Edward Burne-Jones, The Love Song, 1877 And how could we have sung with the foreign foot on our heart, among the dead abandoned in the squares on the grass set hard with ice, at the lamb-like cry of children, at the black howl of the mother advancing on her son crucified on the telegraph pole? …
Salvatore Quasimodo – Alle fronde dei salici/On the branches of the willows Read More »
Adolf Hiremy-Hirschl, Seaside cemetery, 1897 Day after day: the evil words and the blood and gold. I see in you, my fellow creatures, monsters of the earth. Pity has fallen at your sting and the gentle cross has left us. I can’t go back to my Elysium. At the sea’s edge and in the savaged …
Salvatore Quasimodo – Giorno dopo giorno/Day after day Read More »
Arnold Böcklin, The surf, 1883 Words – glassthat unfaithfullyreflects my sky –I thought of youafter sunsetin a darkened streetwhen a pane fell to the stonesand its fragments at lengthspread shattered light – (Transl. by Nicholas Benson) Parole – vetriche infedelmenterispecchiate il mio cielo-di voi pensaidopo il tramontoin una oscura stradaquando sui ciottoli unavetrata caddeed i …
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