Paul Delvaux, The joy of life, 1937 Ero nuda tra le sue manisotto la gonna alzatanuda come non mai.Il mio giovane corpoera tutto una festadai capelli sulla testaalla punta dei miei piediero come una sorgente che guidavala bacchetta del rabdomante. Noi facevamo il malee il male era fatto bene. Do you know this poem in English? …
Pal Szinyei Merse, Poppies in the field, 1902 Good friends, let’s to the fields… After a little walk and by your pardon, I think I’ll sleep, there is no sweeter thing. Nor fate more blessed than to sleep. I am a dream out of a blessed sleep – Let’s walk, and hear the lark. Buoni amici, …
Caravaggio, Bacchus, c. 1595 This bread I break was once the oat, This wine upon a foreign tree Plunged in its fruit; Man in the day or wine at night Laid the crops low, broke the grape’s joy. Once in this time wine the summer blood Knocked in the flesh that decked the vine, Once …
Dylan Thomas – Questo pane che spezzo / This bread I break Read More »
Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Girl with flowers, 1888 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly – The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially – The Brooks laugh louder When I come – The Breezes madder play; Wherefore mine eye thy silver mists, Wherefore, Oh Summer’s Day? L’Ape non è impaurita da …
Emily Dickinson – L’Ape non è impaurita da me / The Bee is not afraid of me Read More »
Anna Lea Merritt, Eve, 1885 There is another sky, ever serene and fair, and there is another sunshine, though it be darkness there; never mind faded forests, Austin, never mind silent fields – here is a little forest, whose leaf is ever green; here is a brighter garden, where not a frost has been; in …
Emily Dickinson – C’è un altro cielo / There is another sky Read More »
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