James Tissot, The Captain and the Mate, 1873 Certainly this little drawing in pencil resembles him. Hurriedly drawn, on the deck of tlie ship one enchanting afternoon the Ionian Sea all around us. It resembles him But I recall him as handsomer. He was sensitive to tlie point of suffenng, and that illumined his expression. …
Constantine P. Cavafy – Sulla nave / On Board Ship Read More »
Henri Gervex, Rolla, 1878 Their illicit pleasure has been fulfilled. They get up and dress quickly, without a word. They come out of the house separately, furtively; and as they move off down the street a bit unsettled, it seems they sense that something about them betrays what kind of bed they’ve just been lying …
Constantine P. Cavafy – Origine / Their Beginning Read More »
Henri Matisse, The french window at Nice, 1919 With no consideration, no pity, no shame, they have built walls around me, thick and high. And now I sit here feeling hopeless. I can’t think of anything else: this fate gnaws my mind – because I had so much to do outside. When they were building …
Jacopo Palma il Giovane, Venus and Mars, c. 1590 Come back often and take hold of me, sensation that I love, come back and take hold of me — when the body’s memory revives and an old longing again passes through the blood, when lips and skin remember and hands feel as though they touch …
Constantine P. Cavafy – Torna sovente / Come back Read More »
Giulio Romano, Jupiter And Olympia, c. 1534 He swears every now and then to begin a better life. But when night comes with its own counsel, its own compromises and prospects– when night comes with its own power of a body that needs and demands, he returns, lost, to the same fatal pleasure. Ogni tanto …
Constantine P. Cavafy – Ogni tanto lui giura / He Swears Read More »
Giacomo Grosso, Nude, c. 1896 I’ve looked on beauty so much that my vision overflows with it. The body’s lines. Red lips. Sensual limbs. Hair as though stolen from Greek statues, always lovely, even uncombed, and falling slightly over pale foreheads. Figures of love, as my poetry desired them … in the nights when I …
Constantine P. Cavafy – La beltà così fisso mirai / I’ve Looked So Much Read More »
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