Jan van Eyck, The Virgin – detail from The Ghent Altarpiece, c. 1430 They fly – quick-wrought and quickly written, still hot from all the bitterness and bliss. My moment, hour, day, year, lifetime – smitten, twixt love and love lie on the crucifix. And I hear word of thunderstorms a-rising; spears, Amazonian, again flash …
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Albert Anker, Girl braiding her hair and reading, 1887 I am happy living simply: like a clock, or a calendar. Worldly pilgrim, thin, wise – as any creature. To know the spirit is my beloved. To come to things – swift as a ray of light, or a look. To live as I write: spare …
René Gruau, Woman with a white and black hat, 1946 Insanity – and good reason, Disgrace – and honor, All, that brings on thoughtfulness, Is spilling over – In me. – All the penal passions Become as one! – All images wage war inside This hair of mine! The lover’s whisper, all around By rote …
Xi Pan, Spring, 2008 Your name – forbid this! – Your name – the eyes kiss, In tender chill of motionless eyelids Your name – to the snow give a kiss. Key, ice, blue gulp – deep With your name is the sleep. Il tuo nome – ah, non si può – il tuo nome …
Jean Delville, Cemetery at Night, 1890 A window here again Where they don’t sleep again. Maybe they thus sit, Maybe they drink wine. Or they would not part Simply the two hands. There is such a window In each house, friend. Window in the night – Partings’, meetings’ scream! Maybe – hundred candles, Maybe – …
Oskar Kokoschka, Two nudes, 1913 You on your road pass me by, And your hand do not touch I. But my angst is eternal yet, That you be the first I met. Heart said “Dear!” at once I forgave you all by chance, Knowing nothing – not even the name! Love me, love me, I …
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