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Marina Cvetaeva – They fly – quick-wrought and quickly written

Jan van Eyck, The Virgin – detail from The Ghent Altarpiece, c. 1430 They fly – quick-wrought and quickly written, still hot from all the bitterness and bliss. My moment, hour, day, year, lifetime – smitten, twixt love and love lie on the crucifix. And I hear word of thunderstorms a-rising; spears, Amazonian, again flash …

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Alexander Pushkin – Dov’è la nostra rosa,amici miei? / Where is our rose,friends?

Slava Fokk, Rose, 2015 Where is our rose, friends? Tell if ye may! Faded the rose, friends, The Dawn-child of Day. Ah, do not say,  Such is life’s fleetness! No, rather say, I mourn thee, rose,—farewell! Now to the lily-bell Flit we away. Dov’è la nostra rosa, amici miei? E’ appassita la rosa, figlia dell’alba. …

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Percy Bysshe Shelley –Mutability (The flower that smiles to-day)

Paris Bordone, Allegory with Mars, Venus, Flora and Cupid, 1560 ca The flower that smiles to-day To-morrow dies;  All that we wish to stay Tempts and then flies.  What is this world’s delight?  Lightning that mocks the night,  Brief even as bright.  Virtue, how frail it is!  Friendship how rare!  Love, how it sells poor …

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