Sebastiano del Piombo, Pietà, c. 1517 Into the bosom of the earth, Out of the Light’s dominion, Death’s pains are but a bursting forth, Sign of glad departure. Swift in the narrow little boat, Swift to the heavenly shore we float. Blessed be the everlasting Night, And blessed the endless slumber. We are heated by …
Wassily Kandinsky, Colorful Life, 1907 Not everyone can sing, Not everyone can fall Like an apple at a stranger’s feet. This is the greatest confession, That a hooligan can have. I go unkempt on purpose, With my head, like a kerosene lamp, on my shoulders. The leafless autumn, your souls in darkness — I love …
Sergei A. Yesenin – Confessioni di un teppista / Hooligan’s Confession Read More »
Frank Johnston, A northern night, 1917 I have left my endeared home, getting out of my Russia of blue. Little grove by the pond will warm my old mother’s sorrow anew. Like a golden croaker the moon lies prostrate on the water tranquil. Grizzly hair, like apple-tree bloom, in my father’s beard will spill. I …
Sergei A. Yesenin – .Ho lasciato la casa paterna / I have left my endeared home Read More »
Zdzislaw Beksinski, In hoc signo vinces, c. 2000 This night is irredeemable. Where you are, it is still bright. At the gates of Jerusalem, a black sun is alight. The yellow sun is hurting, sleep, baby, sleep. The Jews in the Temple’s burning buried my mother deep. Without rabbi, without blessing, over her ashes, there, …
Osip Mandelstam – Irreparabile è questa notte / This night is irredeemable Read More »
Boris Grigoriev, The twins, 1923 Shut up, sister, because the past burns. Shut his name, because his name is him. Insist on lost assets It’s like going with the wave folds. The one name that is glowing and I gently, that name, just now when he touches me, I like a fire blazes in the …
Marceline Desbordes-Valmore – Taci, sorella / Shut up, sister Read More »
Jan Brueghel the Elder and Pieter van Avont, Flower Garland with the Holy Family, c. 1623 From golden showers of the ancient skies, on the first day, and the eternal snow of stars, you once unfastened giant calyxes for the young earth still innocent of scars: young gladioli with the necks of swans, laurels divine, …
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