Amedeo Modigliani, Portrait of Maude Abrantes, 1907 I dreamed I called you on the telephone to say: Be kinder to yourself but you were sick and would not answer The waste of my love goes on this way trying to save you from yourself I have always wondered about the left-over energy, the way water …
Henryk Siemiradzki, Following the example of the Gods, 1879 Cosa c’è in fondo ai tuoi occhi dietro il cristallino oltre l’apparenza? Dove il tempo d’ improvviso si ferma e la mia anima sulle tue labbra resta sospesa? Go back to album – Sappho
Nicolas Poussin, Venus and Adonis, c. 1624 Rapita nello specchio dei tuoi occhi respiro il tuo respiro. Vieni inseguimi tra i cunicoli della mia mente tastando al buio gli spigoli acuti delle mie paure. Sei il tarlo che divora la mia ragione uno spillo acuminato nel cuore una piuma che solletica il dolore. Go back …
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Umberto Boccioni, The reaper, 1909 Sleep then and my eye will remain open. Rain filled the pitcher and we emptied it. The night will drive a heart, the heart will drive a blade – But it is too late, too late to reap. Nightwind your hair is snow white, white! White what remains to me …
Vivian Smith – Sleep then (Poems after Paul Celan) Read More »
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