Claude Monet, The Artist’s Garden in Argenteuil, 1873 It is an honorable thought, and makes one lift one’s hat, as one encountered gentlefolk upon a daily street,that we’ve immortal place, though pyramids decay, and kingdoms, like the orchard, flit russetly away. E’ un pensiero onorevole, e ci fa togliere il cappello, come incontrare buona gente …
Pierre Puvis de Chavannes, Hope, 1872 What I can do – I will – though it be little as a daffodil – that I cannot – must be unknown to possibility — Ciò che posso fare – lo farò – anche se esiguo come una giunchiglia – quello che non posso – deve restare ignoto …
Emily Dickinson – Ciò che posso fare / What I can do Read More »
Louis Welden Hawkins, Procession of souls – Christmas, 1893 I have said that the soul is not more than the body, and I have said that the body is not more than the soul, and nothing, not God, is greater to one than one’s self is, and whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to …
Walt Whitman – Canto di me stesso / Song of myself, 48 Read More »
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 …
William Blake, The Sun at His Eastern Gate, 1820 Have you reckon’d a thousand acres much? have you reckon’d the earth much? Have you practis’d so long to learn to read? Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems? Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the …
Walt Whitman – Canto di me stesso / Song of myself, 2 Read More »
Jacob Van Ruisdael, Waterfall by a church, 1667 Whispers of heavenly death murmur’d I hear,labial gossip of night, sibilant chorals,footsteps gently ascending, mystical breezes wafted soft and low,ripples of unseen rivers, tides of a current flowing, forever flowing,(or is it the plashing of tears? the measureless waters of human tears?)I see, just see skyward, great cloud-masses,mournfully …
Walt Whitman – Sussurri di morte celeste / Whispers of Heavenly Death Read More »
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