Fabian Perez, The Embrace I love your eyes, my friend,With their fiery-wonderful game,When you lift them up suddenlyAnd, like lightning from heaven,Skip the whole circle … But there is a stronger charm:Downcast eyesIn moments of passionate kissingAnd through lowered eyelashesGloomy, dim fire of desire. Amo i tuoi occhi, amica mia,E il loro gioco d’incanto e …
Fyodor Tyutchev – Amo i tuoi occhi / I love your eyes Read More »
Matthew Ridley Corbet,A Loving Psyche Loses Sight of Love, c. 1880 There is deep meaning in a parting: fleeting love, eternal love – love’s but a dream, a dream’s but a moment… Today, tomorrow – awakening is imminent. And you wake up, at last. There is deep meaning in a parting: fleeting love, eternal love …
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René Magritte, Shéhérazade, 1950 Still love torments me with a vengeance, still now my soul cries out to you — and through the veiled mists of remembrance still shines your image, bright and true… An image treasured and pervasive — unfading, never lost to sight, unchanging, hauntingly elusive: a star set in the vault of …
Fyodor Tyutchev – Ancora mi struggo per l’angoscia dei desideri / Still love torments me Read More »
Laura Knight, A dark pool, 1918 In ocean waves there’s melody there’s harmony within the clash of elements, and a harmonious tuneful whisper streams through the rippling rushes. There’s unperturbable order everywhere, full consonance in nature, and only our illusory freedom is out of tune with her. Whence, how did this dischord arise? And why, …
Fyodor Tyutchev – E’ armonia nelle onde marine / In Ocean Waves There’s Melody Read More »
Henrietta Rae, The snow maidens, 1913 Here then it is that we were fated to say our poignant last farewells… Farewell to all that captivated — and brutally the life so mutilated that in your tortured bosom dwells!.. Farewell… With sorrow and despair in years to come you will remember this land, these shores and …
Jervis McEntee, Woman at the edge of the wood, 1880 There is a wistful charm, a tenderness, mysterious and soft, in autumn’s even: the trees in weird and brilliant garments dress, the gory leaves to whispered talk are given; above the sad and orphaned earth the skies lie veiled and bleak, the sun’s departure mourning, …
Fyodor Tyutchev – Sera d’Autunno / Autumn Evening Read More »
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