Konrad Witz, Pietà, c. 1440 And shall we have to deny thee then, God of the tumors, God of the living flower, begin with a no to the obscure rock “I am”, consent to death and on each tomb inscribe our only certainty: “thanatos athanatos”? Without a name to tell the dreams the tears the …
John William Waterhouse, Boreas, 1903 You said: death, silence, solitude, like love, life. Words of our provisional images. And the wind rose light each morning and the season colored with rain and iron passed over the rocks, over our mewed-up murmur of the damned. The truth is distant still. And tell me, man cleft upon …
Salvatore Quasimodo – Colore di pioggia e di ferro/Colors of rain and iron Read More »
Giovanni Bellini, Young Woman at her Toilet, 1515 And see, buds break out of the tree: a newer green in the grass eases the heart: the tree seemed already dead, bowed on the slope And all I know of miracle; and I am this watery cloud that reflected today in the ditches, the more blue, …
Henri-Joseph Harpignies, Moonlight, 1889 High on a cliff there’s a twisted pine; intently it listens into the abyss with its trunk curved down like a crossbow. A refuge of nocturnal birds, in the deepest hours of midnight it resounds with the swift fluttering of wings. Even my heart has a nest suspended into the darkness, …
Salvatore Quasimodo – Rifugio d’uccelli notturni/A Refuge of Nocturnal Birds Read More »
Andrea Tavernier, Last drops, 1898 The rain’s already with us, tossing silent air. The swallows skim spent waters, close by the Lombard lakes, fly like gulls at little fish; beyond the garden enclosures, the scent of hay. Again a year is burned, without lament, without a cry upraised to win us – suddenly – a …
Salvatore Quasimodo – Già la pioggia è con noi/Already the rain is with us Read More »
George Inness, Sunset at Etretat, 1875 Everyone stands alone at the heart of the world pierced by a ray of sunlight, and suddenly it is evening. (Transl. by Mike Towler) Ognuno sta solo sul cuor della terra trafitto da un raggio di sole: ed è subito sera. Go back to album – S. Quasimodo
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