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Walt Whitman – Quando i lillà fiorivano / When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d (Memories of President Lincoln)

Edvard Munch, Starry night, 1893 O powerful western fallen star! O shades of night – O moody, tearful night! O great star disappear’d – O the black murk that hides the star! O cruel hands that hold me powerless – O helpless soul of me! O harsh surrounding cloud that will not free my soul.  O stella possente che …

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Walt Whitman – Quando i lillà fiorivano / When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d (Memories of President Lincoln)

Anastasia Matveeva, Evening, 2016 When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom’d,  and the great star early droop’d in the western sky in the night,  I mourn’d, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.    Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring,  lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,  and thought of him …

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Emily Bronte – La notte si addensa attorno a me / The night is darkening around me

Edmund Dulac, from Stealers of light, 1916 The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.  The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow; The storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go.  Clouds beyond clouds above me, Wastes beyond wastes below; But nothing drear can move …

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Allen Ginsberg – Ci alziamo sui raggi del sole e cadiamo nella notte / We Rise On Sun Beams And Fall In The Night

William Johnson, New York skyline at night, 1943 Dawn’s orb orange-raw shining over Palisadesbare crowded branches bush up from marshes –New Jersey with my father riding automobilehighway to Newark Airport -Empire State’sspire, horned buildingtops, Manhattanrising as in W.C. Williams’ eyes between wire trestles –trucks sixwheeled steady rolling overpassbeside New York – I am heretiny under …

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