Pol Ledent, Blue poppies and daisies, 2016 But the windy night, the transparent night, barely grazed by memory, has faded now, is a memory. A still, stunned awe lingers on, like the night, made of leaves and nothing. Nothing is left of that time beyond memories, only a faint remembering. At times it returns, in …
Cesare Pavese – Ma la notte ventosa / But the windy night Read More »
Caspar David Friedrich, Easter morning, 1833 You were life and matter. We breathed in you under the sky that is still in us. No punishment, no fever then, nor this heavy shadow of day crowded and different. O light, distant clarity, laboured breath, turn your eyes, motionless and clear, on us. Dark is the morning …
Cesare Pavese – Dove tu sei luce, è il mattino/Morning is where you are Read More »
Franco Polizzi, Notte di plenilunio con figure, 2002 Even the night looks like you, the remote night that cries silent, inside the deep heart, and the tired stars pass. A cheek touches a cheek; it’s a cold shiver, someone struggles and entreats you, alone, lost in you, in your fever. The night suffers and longs …
Uros Predic, Kosovo Maiden, 1919 You do not know the hills where the blood has spread. We all escaped, we all cast off the weapon and the name. A woman watched us flee. All but one of us: he stopped, his fist clenched, he saw the empty sky, he bowed his head and died under …
Cesare Pavese – You do not know the hills/Tu non sai le colline Read More »
Han Wu Shen (b. 1950), Bloodline You also are love. Made of blood and earth like the others. You walk like one who won’t stray far from your own front door. You watch like one who waits and doesn’t see. You are earth that aches and keeps silent. You have bursts and lapses, you have …
Isaak Levitan, Twilight. Stacks, 1899 And then we cowards who loved the whispering evening, the houses, the paths by the river, the dirty red lights of those places, the sweet soundless sorrow— we reached our hands out toward the living chain in silence, but our heart startled us with blood, and no more sweetness then, …
Cesare Pavese – And then we cowards/E allora noi vili Read More »
Create a website and earn with Altervista - Disclaimer - Report Abuse - Privacy Policy - Customize advertising tracking
