Vincent Van Gogh, Undergrowth with two figures, 1890 Being but men, we walked into the trees Afraid, letting our syllables be soft For fear of waking the rooks, For fear of coming Noiselessly into a world of wings and cries. If we were children we might climb, Catch the rooks sleeping, and break no twig, …
Dylan Thomas – Non essendo che uomini / Being but men Read More »
Jan Toorop, The vagabonds, 1891 Find meat on bones that soon have none, And drink in the two milked crags, The merriest marrow and the dregs Before the ladies’ breasts are hags And the limbs are torn. Disturb no winding-sheets, my son, But when the ladies are cold as stone Then hang a ram rose …
Dylan Thomas – Cerca la carne sulle ossa / Find meat on bones Read More »
Aubrey Beardsley, Lucian’s strange creatures, 1894 O make me a mask and a wall to shut from your spies Of the sharp, enamelled eyes and the spectacled claws Rape and rebellion in the nurseries of my face, Gag of dumbstruck tree to block from bare enemies The bayonet tongue in this undefended prayerpiece, The present …
Dylan Thomas – Oh, fatemi una maschera / O Make Me A Mask Read More »
Louis Édouard Fournier, The funeral of Shelley, 1889 Too proud to die; broken and blind he died The darkest way, and did not turn away, A cold kind man brave in his narrow pride On that darkest day, Oh, forever may He lie lightly, at last, on the last, crossed Hill, under the grass, in …
Karl Wilhelm Diefenbach, Isle of the Dead, 1905 ca Ears in the turrets hearHands grumble on the door,Eyes in the gables seeThe fingers at the locks.Shall I unbolt or stayAlone till the day I dieUnseen by stranger-eyesIn this white house?Hands, hold you poison or grapes?Beyond this island boundBy a thin sea of fleshAnd a bone …
Dylan Thomas – Orecchi ascoltano nelle torrette / Ears in the turrets hear Read More »
Ivan Aivazovsky, The black sea at night, 1879 Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound In the throat, burning and turning. All night afloat On the silent sea we have heard the sound That came from the wound wrapped in the salt sheet. Under the mile off moon we trembled listening To the sea …
Dylan Thomas – Resta immobile, dormi nella bonaccia / Lie still, sleep becalmed Read More »
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