Paul Gauguin, Nave nave moe, 1894 Quando su ci si butta lei, si fa d’un triste colore di rosa il bel fogliame. Strugge forre, beve fiumi, macina scogli, splende, è furia che s’ostina, è l’implacabile, sparge spazio, acceca mete, è l’estate e nei secoli con i suoi occhi calcinanti va della terra spogliando lo scheletro. …
Aristide Maillol, Woman with a Parasol, 1895 Oranges do not grow in the sea neither is there love in Sevilla. You in Dark and the I the sun that’s hot, loan me your parasol. I’ll wear my jealous reflection, juice of lemon and lime- and your words, your sinful little words- will swim around awhile. …
Federico García Lorca – Adelina a passeggio / Saturday Paseo: Adelina Read More »
Childe Hassam, Gathering flowers in a French garden, 1888 You know all about me: you know what’s on my desk, too. You’re right, I can’t come in: and time does not pass, or blindly passes when I’m with you. The sun is still high, how can that be? In the ivy where your feet and …
Giuseppe Conte – Sai tutto di me / You know all about me Read More »
Luigi Conconi, Dancing couple, 1888 Now that you have come,dancing into my lifea guest in a closed room,to welcome you, love longed for so long,I lack the words, the voice,and I am happy just in silence by your side.The chirping that deafens the woods at dawn,stills when the sun leaps to the horizon.But my unrest …
Camillo Sbarbaro – Ora che sei venuta / Now that you have come Read More »
Telemaco Signorini, Pastures in Castiglioncello, 1861 You stood straight and happy at the door the wind opened to the countryside. Drenched in light poised in the day, at the time of golden wasps when the elder’s marrow sweetens. We walked barefoot through the ditches then, we measured the sun’s heat by the prints left on …
Leonardo Sinisgalli – Eri dritta e felice / You stood straight and happy Read More »
Nicholas Kalmakoff (1873-1955), Greyhound with Nude Witch Forgotten flowerbeds, grassy-yellow,a gloomy murmur rouses you, allusion to other summers, blue-purple beetle,whilst uttering cryptic noumena:everything was, will be and is in a circle: therefore it will always beinto the endless oldnessand sparkle of ages, into the snake. Aiuole obliate gialle d’erba, saun cupo brusio smuovervi, allusionead altre estati, …
Italo Calvino – Aiuole per Queneau / Flowerbeds to Queneau Read More »
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