Hermann Hesse – Tutto il mio vagare / All my wandering
Andrew Wyeth, Christina’s world, 1948 All my wandering, therefore,was a journey towards you. Tutto il mio vagare, dunqueera un cammino verso di te. Go back to album – H. Hesse
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Hermann Hesse – Nastri rossi / Red ribbons
Jean Beraud, Evening soiree, 1878 Red ribbons!You remind me of music and white clothes –a party, which has long since faded.Red ribbons!My girlfriend wasdown on the balcony railing,she laughed and gave me her hand.And she gave me two ribbonsof red silk.I left, and crossed so many lands.When I returned, she was already dead. (Transl. by D. …
Charles Baudelaire – Il viaggio / The Voyage
Edvard Munch, Death at the Helm, 1893 O Death, old captain, it is time! let’s weigh anchor!This country wearies us, O Death! Let us set sail!Though the sea and the sky are black as ink,our hearts which you know well are filled with rays of light.Pour out your poison that it may refresh us!This fire …
Charles Baudelaire – Invito al Viaggio / Invitation to the Voyage
Henri Matisse, Luxe, Calme et Volupté, 1904 My child, my sister,think of the raptureof living together there! Of loving at will, of loving till death,in the land that is like you! The misty sunlight of those cloudy skieshas for my spirit the charms, so mysterious, of your treacherous eyes,shining brightly through their tears.There all is order and beauty,luxury, peace, and pleasure.Gleaming …
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Bertolt Brecht – Observation/ Constatazione
Thomas Cole, A view of the two lakes and mountain house, Catskill Mountains, 1844 When I returned my hair was not yet grey and I was glad. The travails of the mountains lie behind us. Before us lie the travails of the plains. Quando ritornai i miei capelli ancora non erano grigi ed ero contento. …
Edgar Lee Masters – George Gray
Richard Oelze, Expectation, 1936 I have studied many timesthe marble which was chiseled for me–a boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor.In truth it pictures not my destinationbut my life.For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment;sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid;ambition called to me, but …