Otto Dix, Newborn Baby on Hands, 1927 We women, we are so close to the brown earth. We ask the cuckoo, what he expects of spring, we wrap our arms around the smooth pine-tree, we search the sunset for signs and counsel. I loved a man once, he believed in nothing… He came on a …
Sewell Collins, A new constellation, 1910 Stelle lassù, inequivocabilmente chiare; il mio cuore sulla terra, inequivocabilmente chiaro. Magnifica notte di stelle, noi siamo una cosa sola. Non siedo, tremando, su una fune di stelle che potrebbero spezzarla? Tempo, sei tu, abisso sonnolento, che mi provochi sbadigliando? Pericolo per i piedi stanchi della danzatrice, pericolo per …
Charles Courtney Curran, The lanterns, 1913 Voglio accendere le mie fiaccole sulla terra. La mia fiaccola starà in ogni cortile notturno sulle Alpi, dove il cielo è malinconia. O mia fiaccola, illumina il volto di chi è impaurito, di chi ha pianto, di chi è turbato, di chi s’è lordato. Un Dio dolce vi porge …
George Romney, Lady Hamilton as the Magdalen, 1792 In a fickle moment I was stolen by my future that casual, random structure. I shall build it up more beautiful, as I had thought it at first. I shall build it on the firm ground that is my will. I shall raise it on the tall …
Pierre Puvis de Chavannes, Girl by the sea, 1882 I am a stranger in this land that lies deep under the pressing sea, the sun looks in with curling beams and the air floats between my hands. They told me that I was born in captivity – here is no face that is known to …
Salvador Dalì, Dream caused by the flight of a bee around a pomegranate a second before awakening, 1944 Violet dusks I bear within me from my origins, naked maidens at play with galloping centaurs. . . Yellow sunlit days with gaudy glances, only sunbeams do true homage to a tender woman’s body … The man …
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