Arnold Böcklin, Honeymoon, 1890 Once more the stars of love cross clear over our cloudy heads there where we sit unknowing on opposite banks. And it appears natural never to have seen you or heard you and to gaze at you in an ancient light. Desire or regret? Desire and regret, a lone bitter fever. …
Mario Luzi – Di nuovo gli astri d’amore traversano / Once more the stars of love cross Read More »
Amedeo Modigliani, Nude on a Blue Cushion, 1917 The hyperbole you love,the one you are: I love youin the curve of your hips, in the void of your ribs. (Transl. by D. Foglia) L’ iperbole che ami,quella che sei: t’ adoronella curva dei fianchinel niente del costato. This is a personal translation. Please contact me if …
Luigi Miradori, called Genovesino, Sleeping Cupid (Vanitas), c. 1652 Per nessuna ragione, sapendo quello che succede, mi vorrei risvegliare in questo mondo. Ma già pensandolo (pensando di pensarlo) so anche che non è vero, che per quanto ignominioso sia il presente io mai rinuncerei, potendo scegliere, a starci, magari di sghembo e rattrappito d’amarezza, dentro. …
Alfred Sisley, Rest along the Stream. Edge of the Wood, 1878 Dream of faint shore: sky risen from love came through, love of the greatest loneliness closed in a dim quiet light. Silence dreads blowing leaves, persuaded in breeze in the already mushy slope of the deep. Now the world lies into oblivion, in chance …
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