William Stephen Coleman (1829-1904), The Butterfly Catcher Some day you’ll have a past, Yvonne, and you’ll see what a funny thing it is. Over here, it’s in pieces:nothing left. Over there,it’s all cluttered with weeds, and doesn’t look familiar either. And then some parts of it seem so pretty that you repaint them every year,sometimes …
William Orpen, To the Unknown British Soldier in France, 1927 He reached his death. But his living was so intense, that though he lies here rotting destiny watches, still, over him. Raggiunse la morte. Ma fu così viva la sua vita, che sebbene giaccia qui putrefatto, il destino lo sta vegliando, quieto. Go back to …
Juan Ramón Jiménez – Epitaffio ideale di un eroe / Ideal Epitaph to a Hero Read More »
Walter Crane, Shelley’s Tomb in the Protestant Cemetery in Rome, 1873 Under the wide and starry skyDig the grave and let me lie.Glad did I live and gladly die,And I laid me down with a will.This be the verse you grave for me;Here he lies where he longed to be,Home is the sailor, home from …
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