Utagawa Hiroshige, Kameido in the snow, c. 1834 I would like to imitate this village, stretched out in its snowy night-shirt. Vorrei imitare questo paese adagiato nel suo camice di neve. Go back to album – G. Ungaretti
Goble Warwick (1862-1943), Fairy coquette and the lambs They come back high to burn the tales. They will fall with the leaves on the first wind. But that another breath come, new sparkling will come back. Tornano in alto ad ardere le favole. Cadranno colle foglie al primo vento. Ma venga un altro soffio, ritornerà …
Zdzislaw Beksinski (1925-2005) Cease murdering the dead. If you hope not to perish, if you want sound of them again, stop crying out, cease the crying out of it. They have barely heard whispering, no more that the increase of grass happy where no man passes. Cessate di uccidere i morti, non gridate più, non …
Giuseppe Ungaretti – Non gridate più / No More Crying Out Read More »
George Grosz, The survivor, 1944 A whole night long crouched close to one of our men butchered with his clenched mouth grinning at the full moon with the congestion of his hands thrust right into my silence I’ve written letters filled with love I have never been so coupled to life Un’intera nottata buttato vicino …
Richard Westall (1765-1836), Nelson wounded at Tenerife What regiment d’you belong to brothers? Word shaking in the night Leaf barely born In the simmering air involuntary revolt of the man present at his brittleness Brothers Di che reggimento siete fratelli? Parola tremante nella notte Foglia appena nata Nell’aria spasimante involontaria rivolta dell’uomo presente alla sua …
Edward Robert Hughes, Night, c. 1900 Star, my only star, in the poverty of the night, alone, for me, alone, you shine, in loneliness you shine; But, for me, star that never will stop from lighting, a too short time is granted you, you lavish me a light that in me does nothing but sharpen …
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