Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Shepherdess, 1887 The young girl comes from the fields about the set of sun, bearing her swath of grass, and in her hand a bunch of roses and violets, as is her custom, for, tomorrow’s holiday to make more beautiful her breast and hair. And the old woman sits upon the steps among …
Giacomo Leopardi – Il sabato del villaggio/Saturday Evening in the Village Read More »
Harry Wilson Watrous, Fallen pine at Hague, Lake George, 1929 Now that the year has come full circle, I remember climbing this hill, heartbroken, To gaze up at the graceful sight of you, And how you hung then above those woods As you do tonight, bathing them in brightness. But at that time your face …
Pablo Picasso, Blue nude, 1902 Now you will rest for ever, tired heart of mine. The last illusion has perished which I believed eternal. Perished. I feel that in us is extinguished not only the hope, but the desire, for dear illusions. Rest for ever. Your heart has throbbed enough. Now nothing can repay your …
Telemaco Signorini, On Settignano’s hill, 1885 Always to me beloved was this lonely hillside and the hedgerow creeping over and always hiding the distances, the horizon’s furthest reaches. But as I sit and gaze, there is an endless space still beyond, there is a more than mortal silence spread out to the last depth of …
Giacomo Leopardi was an Italian poet, and also a philosopher and a philologist. He is considered one of the greatest Italian poet and a key figure of romanticism.
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