Salvador Dalì, Dream caused by the flight of a bee around a pomegranate a second before awakening, 1944 Violet dusks I bear within me from my origins, naked maidens at play with galloping centaurs. . . Yellow sunlit days with gaudy glances, only sunbeams do true homage to a tender woman’s body … The man …
Edith Sodergran – Crepuscoli viola / Violet dusks Read More »
Francisco Goya, The giant, 1818 If you ever behold a giant, first of all check the position of the sun – to see whether or not it is the shadow of a pygmy. Chi vede un gigante esamini prima la posizione del sole e faccia attenzione che non sia l’ombra di un pigmeo. Go back …
Novalis – Chi vede un gigante / If you ever behold a giant Read More »
Luca Giordano, The Boat of Charon , 1686 Ah, Melanippus, why dost thou lament to me? How canst thou think once more the sun’s pure light to see, when over Acheron’s whirling stream thou wilt have crossed? Come, seek not after lofty things: recall the boast of Aeolus’ son, King Sisyphus, of men most sly, …
Guido Reni, Drinking Bacchus, 1623 Nay, give not up to grief, it profits nothing, nor do we remedy our ills by loathing. O Bacchus, best our cares to still it is to drink of wine our fill. Non cedere a desolazione: è imperativo. Non progrediremo lagrimando, Bicchis. Eroica medicina, vino a fiotti e stordimento. Go …
Alcaeus (Alceo) – Non cedere a desolazione / In grief Read More »
Sandro Botticelli, The Birth of Venus, c. 1485 Come back again, I beg you, Gongyla. Reveal yourself in your garment white as milk; o what desire forever around you, my lovely girl. This charming garment stirs her who beholds you, for she who expresses this reproach to you is the goddess herself Cyprus-born, whom now …
Sappho (Saffo)- O mia Gongila / I beg you, Gongyla Read More »
Pietro Liberi, Diana e Callisto, 1670 Come here to me from Crete, to your holy temple, where your lovely grove of apple stands, where the altars smoke with frankincense; Here cold water sounds through apple branches, the ground is all carpeted with roses, enchanted sleep falls from shimmering leaves; Here the horse-grazed field is lush …
Sappho (Saffo)- Venite al tempio sacro delle vergini / Come to me here from Crete Read More »
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