Giacomo Balla, Grande serata nera al Salone Margherita, 1904 I am Minerva, the village poetess,Hooted at, jeered at by the Yahoos of the streetFor my heavy body, cock-eye, and rolling walk,And all the more when “Butch” WeldyCaptured me after a brutal hunt.He left me to my fate with Doctor Meyers;And I sank into death, growing …
Egon Schiele, Cardinal and Nun (Caress), 1912 The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,the brilliant moon and all the milky sky,and all that famous harmony of leaves,had blotted out man’s image and his cry.A girl arose that had red mournful lipsand seemed the greatness of the world in tears,doomed like Odysseus and the labouring …
William Butler Yeats – Pena d’amore / The Sorrow of Love Read More »
Odilon Redon, Dante’s vision, 1914 A nearness to Tremendousness – An Agony procures – Affliction ranges Boundlessness – Vicinity to Laws Contentment’s quiet Suburb – Affliction cannot stay In Acres – Its Location Is Illocality – Dimorare nei pressi del terrore conduce a un’agonia – l’afflizione si estende a dismisura – che tranquillo sobborgo è …
Emily Dickinson – Dimorare nei pressi del terrore / A nearness to Tremendousness Read More »
Paolo Veronese, Lucretia, 1585 ca Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight – Affords a Bliss like Murder – Omnipotent – Acute – We will not drop the Dirk – Because We love the Wound The Dirk Commemorate – Itself Remind Us that we died. Riproporre a noi stessi una gioia sparita – dà un’esultanza …
Emily Dickinson – Riproporre a noi stessi / Rehearsal to Ourselves Read More »
Giorgio de Chirico, Mystery and Melancholy of a Street, 1914 I can wade Grief – Whole Pools of it – I’m used to that – But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet – And I tip – drunken – So guardare il dolore – pozze intere di esso – ci sono abituata. …
Emily Dickinson – So guardare il dolore / I can wade grief Read More »
William Blake, Hecate, 1795 Had I not seen the Sun I could have borne the shade But Light a newer Wilderness My Wilderness has made – Non avessi mai visto il sole avrei sopportato l’ombra, ma la luce ha aggiunto al mio deserto una desolazione infinita. Go back to album – E. Dickinson
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