Sergei Vinogradov, Gathering Mushrooms in the Forest in Latvia, 1927 I have grown tired of sorrow and human tears;life is a dream in the night, a fear among fears,a naked runner lost in a storm of spears.I have grown tired of rapture and love’s desire;love is a flaming heart, and its flames aspiretill they cloud …
Arthur Symons – Nel bosco di Finvara / In The Wood Of Finvara Read More »
Emile Bernard, Madeleine in the Bois d’Amour, 1888 O silent wood, I enter theewith a heart so full of miseryfor all the voices from the treesand the ferns that cling about my knees.In thy darkest shadow let me sitwhen the grey owls about thee flit;there will I ask of thee a boon,that I may not …
Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal – O foresta silenziosa / A Silent Wood Read More »
Marc Chagall, War, 1964 Un bianco sole e basse, basse nubi, lungo gli orti – dietro il muro bianco – un cimitero. E sulla sabbia file di spauracchi di paglia sotto le traverse a statura d’uomo. E, penzolandomi oltre i paletti dello steccato, vedo: strade, alberi, soldati sbandati. Una vecchia contadina, cosparso di sale grosso …
Eugène Delacroix, Romeo and Juliet at the Tomb of the Capulets, 1849 Watch them pass, these ephemeral couples!In the arms of each other embraced for a moment,all, before mingling their dust forever, make the same oath.Always! A bold word that the heavens that agewith astonishment hear pronounce,and who dare to repeat lips that paledand that will …
Louise Ackermann – Amore e Morte / Love and Death Read More »
Jacopo Ligozzi, Agony in the Garden, c.1587 Novecento crepuscoli attendevano una gioia,mentre vivevodimenticato, abbandonato, disprezzato,Calpestato come il ponte sull’acqua.Una sera perònell’ultimo raggiodella luna, del nettare e dell’acqua,scorgeva lo spirito assortocome se una nuvola a sera prendesse forma e consistenza,come se l’immenso cielo si aprisse e rilucesseinattesoe sopprimesse per sempre l’infelice spirito.E la salvezza che l’uomo …
Michael Mathias Kiefer, North Sea, 1943 Sleep and death, the dusky eaglesaround this head swoop all night long;eternity’s icy wavewould swallow the golden imageof man; against horrible reefshis purple body is shattered.And the dark voice lamentsover the sea.Sister of stormy sadness,look a timid dinghy goes downunder stars,the silent face of the night. Sonno e morte, …
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