Frank Cadogan Cowper, The Blue Bird, 1918 With a slit tongue and open eyes the nightingale on the ramparts Eyes of stored-up pain and feathers of blood the nightingale on the ramparts Feathers of blood and brief dazzle fresh water given birth in the throat the nightingale on the ramparts Water that runs stricken with …
Umberto Boccioni, The mother, 1906 I have more memories than if I’d lived a thousand years. Ho più ricordi che se fossi carico di mille anni. Go back to album – C. Baudelaire
David Teniers the Younger, Monkeys in the kitchen, c.1650 “Thou hast nor youth nor age, but as it were an after-dinner sleep dreaming of both.” Here I am, an old man in a dry month, Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain. I was neither at the hot gates Nor fought in the warm rain Nor knee …
Paul Cezanne, Afternoon in Naples, 1875 The glasses were emptyand the bottle was shatteredand the bed was wide openand the door was tight shutteredand all the glass starsof happiness and beautyglittered in the dust of the dirty roomand I was dead drunkand I was a fire of joyyou were drunk and alivein my naked arms. E …
Georges de La Tour, Magdalene with the smoking flame, 1640 Some are in darknessand others are in light We see those in light those in darkness, we do not see. Perché alcuni sono nell’oscuritàaltri sono nella lucee si vedono quelli nella lucenon si vedono quelli nell’ oscurità. Go back to album – B. Brecht
Vincent Van Gogh, The novel reader, 1888 I was the slightest in the House – I took the smallest Room – At night, my little Lamp, and Book – And one Geranium – So stationed I could catch the Mint That never ceased to fall – And just my Basket – Let me think – …
Emily Dickinson – In casa ero la più piccina / I was the slightest in the House Read More »
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