Johann Heinrich Füssli, The nightmare, 1781 I don’t come to conquer your flesh tonight, O beast in whom are the sins of the race, nor to stir in your foul tresses a mournful tempest beneath the fatal boredom my kisses pour: a heavy sleep without those dreams that creep under curtains alien to remorse, I …
Johann Heinrich Füssli, A Nightmare leaves the bed of two sleeping girls, 1793 I bring you the child of an Idumean night! Black, with pale naked bleeding wings, Light through the glass, burnished with gold and spice, through panes, still dismal, alas, and cold as ice, hurled itself, daybreak, against the angelic lamp. Palm-leaves! And …
Edvard Munch, Vampire, 1893 In tombs of gold and lapis lazuliBodies of holy men and women exudeMiraculous oil, odour of violet.But under heavy loads of trampled clayLie bodies of the vampires full of blood;Their shrouds are bloody and their lips are wet. In tombe d’oro e lapislazzulicorpi di santi e sante trasudanoolio miracoloso, odore di …
William Butler Yeats – Olio e sangue / Oil and blood Read More »
Giovanni da Modena, The Hell (detail), 1412 c. Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer;Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned;The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.Surely some …
William Butler Yeats – La seconda venuta / The Second Coming Read More »
Jan Toorop, The vagabonds, 1891 Find meat on bones that soon have none, And drink in the two milked crags, The merriest marrow and the dregs Before the ladies’ breasts are hags And the limbs are torn. Disturb no winding-sheets, my son, But when the ladies are cold as stone Then hang a ram rose …
Dylan Thomas – Cerca la carne sulle ossa / Find meat on bones Read More »
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