Giorgio De Chirico, Bathers on the beach, 1934 For a long time I dwelt under vast porticos which the ocean suns lit with a thousand colors, the pillars of which, tall, straight, and majestic, made them, in the evening, like basaltic grottos.The billows which cradled the image of the sky mingled, in a solemn, mystical way, the omnipotent chords of …
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Herbert James Draper, The Lament for Icarus, 1898 Those who love whores are well-endowed, spry, and well-fed, and cheerful-spoken. But, as for me, my arms are broken from trying to embrace a cloud.To what two peerless stars have done that kindle in the farthest skies, I owe it that my burnt-out eyes know only memories of the sun.In vain I’ve tried …
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