Jean-François Millet Shepherdess with her Flock, c. 1863 Along the street you see on the hedge red berries laughing in clusters: in the plowed fields to the shed make a late return the cows. Along the road a poor lad with a tired tread is shuffling along slowly on the crispy leaves: in the fields …
Giovanni Pascoli – Sera d’ottobre / October Evening Read More »
Paul Klee, Fish magic, 1925 Un piccolo pesce rosso s’aggira stanco nel cristallo limpido, sospeso a mezz’ acqua, coi grandi occhi stupiti. La mia anima ora è un abisso dell’oceano dove tutte le scosse più profonde tacitamente muoiono. Nel gran gelido amaro paiono e passano paurosamente fosforescenti brividi. La mia anima è un abisso tutto …
Jean-Leon Gerome, Diogenes, 1860 Qui giacciono i miei cani gli inutili miei cani, stupidi ed impudichi, novi sempre et antichi, fedeli et infedeli all’ozio lor signore, non a me uom da nulla. Rosicchiano sotterra nel buio senza fine rodon gli ossi i lor ossi, non cessano di rodere i lor ossi vuotati di medulla et …
Jean-Francois Millet, Autumn landscape with a flock of turkeys, 1873 Grey mists climb the shaggy hills, Fall in rain upon their crest, ‘Neath the wind from the North- West Bellows and whitens the sea. But from wine that seethes in vats, Through the town in ev’ry street Floating odours pungent sweet Fill all men’s hearts …
Kazimir Malevich, Rest. Society in Top Hats, 1908 We’d worked out a whistle for the world beyond, a token of recognition. Now I’m giving it a try, hoping we’re all dead already and don’t know it. I ’ve never figured out whether I was your faithful dog with runny eyes or you were mine. To …
Wright Barker, Circe, 1899 Oh then I stood up in my gold skin and I beat down the psalms and I beat down the clothes and you undid the bridle and you undid the reins and I undid the buttons, the bones, the confusions, the New England postcards, the January ten o’clock night, and we …
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