Charles Courtney Curran, The lanterns, 1913 Voglio accendere le mie fiaccole sulla terra. La mia fiaccola starà in ogni cortile notturno sulle Alpi, dove il cielo è malinconia. O mia fiaccola, illumina il volto di chi è impaurito, di chi ha pianto, di chi è turbato, di chi s’è lordato. Un Dio dolce vi porge …
Sandro Botticelli, The Birth of Venus, c. 1485 Come back again, I beg you, Gongyla. Reveal yourself in your garment white as milk; o what desire forever around you, my lovely girl. This charming garment stirs her who beholds you, for she who expresses this reproach to you is the goddess herself Cyprus-born, whom now …
Sappho (Saffo)- O mia Gongila / I beg you, Gongyla Read More »
Giovanni Boldini, La divina in blu, 1905 In my soul, let your youth once again sprout, reacquaint your heart with the body’s delights. I know that, with women, one must always pay. But you shouldn’t mind if, for now, since I’m broke, instead of chic Parisian gowns, I dress you up today in tobacco smoke. …
Giacomo Grosso, Nude, c. 1896 I’ve looked on beauty so much that my vision overflows with it. The body’s lines. Red lips. Sensual limbs. Hair as though stolen from Greek statues, always lovely, even uncombed, and falling slightly over pale foreheads. Figures of love, as my poetry desired them … in the nights when I …
Constantine P. Cavafy – La beltà così fisso mirai / I’ve Looked So Much Read More »
John Collier, The Sleeping Beauty, 1921 Spirit of Beauty, tarry yet awhile! Although the cheating merchants of the mart with iron roads profane our lovely isle, and break on whirling wheels the limbs of Art, Ay! though the crowded factories beget the blindworm Ignorance that slays the soul, O tarry yet! Spirito di Bellezza, resta …
Oscar Wilde – Spirito di Bellezza / Spirit of Beauty Read More »
Claude Monet, Woman with a Parasol in the Garden in Argenteuil, 1875 Once when I walked through the fields so still, to quit life’s turmoil, that was my will. There stood a flower at once so near that all my life saw I none so dear. I would have picked it, the flower to cherish, …
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe – Mentre andavo / Found Read More »
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