John Everett Millais, Ophelia, 1852 I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? “For beauty,” I replied. “And I for truth – the two are one; We brethren are,” he said. And so, as …
Emily Dickinson – Morii per la bellezza / I Died For Beauty Read More »
Vasily Polenov, Overgrown pond, 1879 I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! They’d advertise – you know! How dreary – to be – Somebody! How public – like a frog – To tell one’s name – the livelong June – to an admiring …
Thomas Willeboirts Bosschaert, Venus mourning the death of Adonis, ca 1642 Gonfio di male io – memore più di un sordido evento – di ben peggio capace,composto tuttavia contemplo la natura, e giorno e notteassorbo le gioie della vita, e attendo la morteperfettamente equanimea causa del tenero mio amore infinito per colui che amo,a causa …
Louis Welden Hawkins, Procession of souls – Christmas, 1893 I have said that the soul is not more than the body, and I have said that the body is not more than the soul, and nothing, not God, is greater to one than one’s self is, and whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to …
Walt Whitman – Canto di me stesso / Song of myself, 48 Read More »
Jacob Van Ruisdael, Waterfall by a church, 1667 Whispers of heavenly death murmur’d I hear,labial gossip of night, sibilant chorals,footsteps gently ascending, mystical breezes wafted soft and low,ripples of unseen rivers, tides of a current flowing, forever flowing,(or is it the plashing of tears? the measureless waters of human tears?)I see, just see skyward, great cloud-masses,mournfully …
Walt Whitman – Sussurri di morte celeste / Whispers of Heavenly Death Read More »
Claus Bergen, The Commander, 1918 O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,the ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,the port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,while follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;but O heart! heart! heart!O the bleeding drops of red,where …
Walt Whitman – O Capitano! Mio Capitano! / O Captain! My Captain Read More »
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