Federico Andreotti (1847-1930), The pink rose O my heart divided in two at birth,how much pain I endured to make them one!How many roses to hide an abyss! O mio cuore dal nascere in due scisso,quante pene durai per uno farne!Quante rose a nascondere un abisso! Go back to album – U. Saba
-Henry Ryland (1856–1924), Spring – It’s a world of sorrow:yet the cherry treesare in bloom. Mondo di sofferenza:eppure i ciliegisono in fiore. This is a personal translation. Please contact me if you know another English translation. Go back to album – Various
Luigi Russolo, Self-portrait with skulls, 1909 To be, or not to be: that is the question:Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;No more; and, by a sleep to say we endThe heart-ache …
Lovis Corinth, Ecce Homo, 1925 Avvincono al tormento due corde, ne sono stretto da ogni parte: il nodo non trovo che dovrei con uno strappo disfare. E soffro, e non vi sarà grazia: perchè se sorge a liberarmi un uomo, uno identico a me si assumerà per sè il dolore, tutto, senza fine. Do you …
Michael Mathias Kiefer, North Sea, 1943 Sleep and death, the dusky eaglesaround this head swoop all night long;eternity’s icy wavewould swallow the golden imageof man; against horrible reefshis purple body is shattered.And the dark voice lamentsover the sea.Sister of stormy sadness,look a timid dinghy goes downunder stars,the silent face of the night. Sonno e morte, …
Amedeo Bocchi (1883-1976), Donna in Contemplazione Violent pleasure is like deep pain: they are both silent. I piaceri violenti sono come le sofferenze profonde: sono muti. This is a personal translation. Please contact me if you know another English translation. Go back to album – Quotes
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