Konstantin Somov, Italian comedy, 1914 “Put off that mask of burning goldwith emerald eyes.”“O no, my dear, you make so boldTo find if hearts be wild and wise,and yet not cold.”“I would but find what’s there to find,love or deceit.”“It was the mask engaged your mind,and after set your heart to beat,not what’s behind.”“But lest …
Marc Chagall, Blue landscape, 1958 Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,enwrought with golden and silver light,the blue and the dim and the dark clothsof night and light and the half-light,I would spread the cloths under your feet:but I, being poor, have only my dreams;I have spread my dreams under your feet;tread softly because you tread …
Egon Schiele, Cardinal and Nun (Caress), 1912 The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,the brilliant moon and all the milky sky,and all that famous harmony of leaves,had blotted out man’s image and his cry.A girl arose that had red mournful lipsand seemed the greatness of the world in tears,doomed like Odysseus and the labouring …
William Butler Yeats – Pena d’amore / The Sorrow of Love Read More »
Frederic Leighton, The golden hours, 1864 I am worn out with dreams;a weather-worn, marble tritonamong the streams;and all day long I lookupon this lady’s beautyas though I had found in a booka pictured beauty,pleased to have filled the eyesor the discerning ears,delighted to be but wise,for men improve with the years;and yet, and yet,is this …
William Butler Yeats – Gli uomini migliorano con gli anni / Men Improve with the Years Read More »
Rembrandt van Rijn, Diana Bathing with her Nymphs with Actaeon and Callisto, 1634 I heard the old, old men say,“Everything alters,and one by one we drop away.”They had hands like claws, and their kneeswere twisted like the old thorn treesby the waters.I heard the old, old men say,“All that’s beautiful drifts awaylike the waters.” Ho …
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Edward Burne-Jones, The Tree of Forgiveness, 1882 Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;she passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet.She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree;but I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.In a field by the river my love and I did stand,and on …
William Butler Yeats – Nel giardino dei salici / Down by the salley gardens Read More »
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