Elihu Vedder, Memory, 1870 Don’t scissor away that face the single image I can remember allow me to keep my attentive gaze as the fog thickens the cold descends … – the blow hits hard the wounded acacia releases the cicada’s husk to the first leaf-muck of November. (Transl. by Alan Tucker) Non recidere, forbice, …
Eugenio Montale – Don’t scissor away / Non recidere, forbice Read More »
Andrew Wyeth, Long limb, 1999 I am like that leaf, look, on the bare branch, to which wonder still attaches. Ignore me then. Don’t be saddened by my great age that fills you with anxiety, and lingers here in childish outbursts. Wish me farewell, though there’s no need to say it. Dying is nothing; it’s …
Henri Le Sidaner, Snow in the moonlight, 1903 Nothingness, emptiness, redundant tones (eyelid vainly move, there are no tears or baggage to doze on). Once more I dream about the old wintry city and foams, gust of wind, snow and tangy fire. This pale color bothers me, but even more the faces oppressed by fumes …
James Tissot, The letter, 1876 Don’t give me all of your time, don’t question me so often. With eyes so true and faithful don’t trt and catch my hands. Don’t follow in the Spring my steps through pools of rain. I know that of our meeting nothing will come again. You think it’s pride that …
Bella Akhmadulina – Non dedicarmi troppo tempo / Don’t give me all of your time Read More »
Jervis McEntee, Woman at the edge of the wood, 1880 There is a wistful charm, a tenderness, mysterious and soft, in autumn’s even: the trees in weird and brilliant garments dress, the gory leaves to whispered talk are given; above the sad and orphaned earth the skies lie veiled and bleak, the sun’s departure mourning, …
Fyodor Tyutchev – Sera d’Autunno / Autumn Evening Read More »
George Henry Boughton,The waning honeymoon, 1878 I haven’t forgotten you, dearie, the shine of your hair and all. It wasn’t so easy and cheery to leave you, as I recall. I haven’t forgotten the autumn, the rustle of birches, the night; and though the days were shorter the moonlight was long and bright. You whispered …
Sergei A. Yesenin – Io lo ricordo amata / I haven’t forgotten you Read More »
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