Henryk Siemiradzki, Following the example of the Gods, 1899 How many kisses satisfy, you ask; how many overwhelm? As if you’d make reckoning of the grains of Libyan desert sand in Cyrene, where the sylphium grows, between the oracle of sweltering Jove and the sacred tomb of old Battus – or catalogue the stars that …
John William Waterhouse, Echo and Narcissus, 1903 A quindici anni, intravidi un fanciullo disarmato; più giocoso che tenero mi parve: con debole dardo sfiorò il mio cuore; lieve come ridente menzogna; offriva piacere, non felicità: volò via. Non smarrii che un sogno. Cercarsi, cogliere uno sguardo furtivo, non è già tutto? E più non domandarmi, …
Marceline Desbordes-Valmore – Al pianto dell’amore tutto dimenticai Read More »
Dosso Dossi, Jupiter, Mercury and Virtue, c. 1500 Every act of looking turns into observation, every act of observation into reflection, every act of reflection into the making of associations; thus it is evident that we theorize every time we look carefully at the world. Ogni sguardo si muta in osservazione, ogni osservazione in riflessione, …
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe – Ogni sguardo / Every act of looking Read More »
Benvenuto Benvenuti, The birth of Venus, 1907 Thou art amazed, and dost point to the ocean. It seems to be burning;flame – crested billows in play dart round our nightmoving bark.Me it astonisheth not, – of the ocean was born Aphrodite, –did not a flame, too, proceed from her for us, in her son? Tu …
Lawrence Alma-Tadema, The meeting of Antony and Cleopatra, 1885 Ah, my maiden is going! she mounts the vessel! My monarch, Aeolus! Potentate dread! Keep ev’ry storm far away! “Oh, thou fool!” cried the god: “ne’er fear the blustering tempest; when Love flutters his wings, then mayst thou dread the soft breeze”. Ah, la mia diletta …
Nicolas Poussin, The Exposition of Moses, 1654 Let the Greek mould his clay to the forms he’s planned, and take increasing pleasure in the product of his hands: but to us it’s blissful when we clutch at the Euphrates, and in the flowing element, swish to and fro, with ease. Quenching, so, my burning soul, …
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe – Forma e Poesia /Poetry and Form Read More »
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