Utagawa Hiroshige, Snow Scene, Pond at Inokashira, c. 1840 Amata, (ascolta) si lamentano i pioppi quando parti e io penso: che tu non abbia freddo prendi dei vestiti pesanti e libri da leggere (in una notte troverai un giglio appassito) so come andranno le cose: (commedia) prenderò un fazzoletto pulito nel quale piangerò tutto il …
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Ilya Repin (1844-1930), End of the Black Sea freedom Here are shores of dead sea, rosin piers, clouds of stone; here horizon has no boats, waters made of seaweed, whales, coral and it hurts, it hurts me like the scream of mermaids. On yellow hills different animals swarms about, in the green puddles, in the …
Marianne Stokes, The passing train, 1890 At the final tumult of the lines peace comes to you, where the city in a flight of bridges and avenues hurls itself into the country and those who pass don’t know about you just as you don’t know about the echoes of the hunts touching you. Peace perhaps …
Han Wu Shen (b.1950), First snow It was cold. The wind cut my fingers. I was out of breath. I have never been so happy. (Transl. by D. Foglia) Faceva freddo. Il vento mi tagliava le dita. Ero senza fiato. Non ero stato mai più contento. This is a personal translation. Please contact me if …
Ivan Kramskoj, Moonlight, 1880 I was there, on the early day living beyond the fir trees, I walked over enlightened fields and mountains, I crossed dead lakes – and captive weaves murmured to me a secret song – I passed through white banks, calling the sleeping gentians by their names – under the snow I …
Erte, Sleeping Beauty, 1983 Black threads of poplars – black threads of clouds on the red sky – and this first grass free from snow so clear that it makes you think of spring and look to see if at a curve the primroses blossom – But ice azures the paths – fog sends ditches …
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