Walter T. Crane, The roll of fate, 1882 Int the magic the Homer dusk past the red spire of sanctuary I null she royal hulk hasten to the violet lamp to the thin K’in music of the bawd. She stands before me in the bright stall sustaining the jade splinters the scarred signaculum of purity …
Max Ernst, Oedipus Rex, 1922 My way is in the sand flowing between the shingle and the dune the summer rain rains on my life on me my life harrying fleeing to its beginning to tis end my peace is there in the receding mist when I may cease from threading these long shifting thresholds …
Jeff Rowland, Let it rain, c. 2014 I would like my love to die and the rain to be falling on the graveyard and on me walking the streets mourning the first and last to love me. Vorrei che il mio amore morisse che piovesse sul cimitero e sui vicoli dove passo piangendo quella che …
Vittorio Matteo Corcos, In the garden, 1892 Of all the downfalls in the world, the flutter of an Autumn leaf grows grievous by suggesting grief: who thought, when Spring was first unfurled, of this? The wide world lay empearled; who thought of frost that nips the world? Sigh on, my ditty. There lurk a hundred …
Christina Rossetti – Vanità delle vanità / Vanity of Vanities Read More »
Oskar Kokoschka, Sleeping girl, 1907 The hope I dreamed of was a dream,was but a dream; and now I wake,exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,for a dream’s sake.I hang my harp upon a tree,a weeping willow in a lake;I hang my silent harp there, wrung and snappedfor a dream’s sake.Lie still, lie still, my breaking …
Vincent Van Gogh, Girl in white in the woods, 1882 Somewhere or other there must surely be The face not seen, the voice not heard, The heart that not yet—never yet—ah me! Made answer to my word. Somewhere or other, may be near or far; Past land and sea, clean out of sight; Beyond the wandering moon, beyond the star That tracks …
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