Sandro Botticelli, Madonna del libro, 1480 The spoken word dazzles and deceives because it is expressed by the face, because it is seen coming out of the lips, and lips are attractive and eyes seduce. But black words on white paper are like a soul laid bare. La parola abbaglia e inganna perché è mimata …
John Atkinson Grimshaw, A Yorkshire Lane in November, 1873 I come out to the path, alone,night and wildness are referred to God,through the mist, the road gleams with stone,stars are speaking in the shinning lot.There is grave and wonderful in heaven;earth is sleeping in a pale-blue light…Why is then my heart such pined and heavy?Is …
Mikhail Lermontov – Sulla strada esco solo / I Go Out On The Road Alone Read More »
Annibale Carracci, The penitent Magdalene in a landscape, c. 1598 I lost my strength and my life,my friends and my joy;I lost till the pridethat made my genius believable.When I knew Truth,I thought she was a friend;when I understood and felt her,I was already disgusted by her.Although, she is eternal,and those who did without heron …
Salvador Dalì, The Discovery of America by Christopher Columbus, 1958 Steer, bold mariner, on! albeit witlings deride thee,and the steersman drop idly his hand at the helm.Ever and ever to westward! there must the coast be discovered,if it but lie distinct, luminous lie in thy mind.Trust to the God that leads thee, and follow the …
Adam Elsheimer, The Flight into Egypt, 1609 If but some vengeful god would call to mefrom up the sky, and laugh: “Thou suffering thing,know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy,that thy love’s loss is my hate’s profiting!”Then would I bear it, clench myself, and die,steeled by the sense of ire unmerited;half-eased in that a powerfuller …
Georges Braque, Birds, 1962 Now’s the time for mirth and play,Saturday’s an holyday;praise to heav’n unceasing yield,I’ve found a lark’s nest in the field.A lark’s nest, then your play-mate begsyou’d spare herself and speckled eggs;soon she shall ascend and singyour praises to th’eternal King. Ora è tempo di gioia e d’allegrezzaperché il sabato è festa.Rendete …
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