John-Everett Millais, Pot Pourri, 1856 I thought you had forgotten, heart, your ability to suffer pain. That easy gift would come, I thought, no more again! No more again! Gone were the raptures and the griefs and the dreams you half-believed. . . But now I know, while beauty lives so long will live my …
Slava Fokk, Rose, 2015 Where is our rose, friends? Tell if ye may! Faded the rose, friends, The Dawn-child of Day. Ah, do not say, Such is life’s fleetness! No, rather say, I mourn thee, rose,—farewell! Now to the lily-bell Flit we away. Dov’è la nostra rosa, amici miei? E’ appassita la rosa, figlia dell’alba. …
Alexander Pushkin – Dov’è la nostra rosa,amici miei? / Where is our rose,friends? Read More »
Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Washing hands, 1865 A magic moment I remember: I raised my eyes and you were there, A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all that’s beautiful and rare. I pray to mute despair and anguish, To vain the pursuits world esteems, Long did I hear your soothing accents, Long did your features haunt …
Alexander Pushkin – Ricordo il meraviglioso istante / A magic moment I remember Read More »
Jules Joseph Lefebvre, La fiancée, 1898 I loved you, and I probably still do, And for a while the feeling may remain . . . But let my love no longer trouble you, I do not wish to cause you any pain. I loved you; and the hopelessness I knew, The jealousy, the shyness—though in …
Alexander Pushkin – Di voi mi innamorai / I loved you Read More »
Alexander Pushkin was a Russian poet and writer, considered to be the greatest Russian poet and the founder of modern Russian literature. At the age of thirty-eight he was tragically killed in a duel with a man reputed to be his wife’s lover. Alexander Pushkin – Dov’è la nostra rosa,amici miei? / Where is our …
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