Arkhip Kuindzhi, Sunset with trees, 1890 ca Sei arrivato quando il mio giorno allungava il passo e io cercavo ombre sui miei talloni. Mi inseguivano le ombre e non le potevo calpestare nè ignorare nè uccidere. Mi inseguivano e basta. In silenzio. Come le colpe dopo l’inverno quando il tempo sosta nel bosco dove volano …
John Everett Millais, The Woodman’s Daughter, 1851 Brother, you make my eyes wet,I see your life is no fun. Here is an apple. See, I have three, so I can give you one. I see nothing excessive about it: we can both live. Only promise me, that you in your greed will not swallow the seeds, rather that you, before I depart,will …
Bertolt Brecht – Mi fai spuntare le lacrime, fratello / Brother, you make my eyes wet Read More »
Isaac Levitan, The Watermill, Sunset, 1880 The little house among trees by the lake.From the roof smoke rises.Without ithow dreary would behouse, trees and lake. La piccola casa sotto gli alberi sul lago.Dal tetto sale il fumo.Se mancassequanto sarebbero desolatila casa, gli alberi, il lago! Go back to album – B. Brecht
Gustave Moreau, Pasipahe and the bull, 1880 ca I have never loved you so much, ma soeur As when I left you in that evening’s red. The forest swallowed me, the blue forest, ma soeur Over which the pale stars in the west always stood. I laughed not a little, not at all, ma soeur …
Bertolt Brecht – Non ti ho mai amata tanto, ma soeur / I have never loved you so much Read More »
Francois Gerard, Daphnis and Chloe, c. 1824 In the dark pine-wood I would we lay, In deep cool shadow At noon of day. How sweet to lie there, Sweet to kiss, Where the great pine-forest Enaisled is! Nella buia pineta vorrei con te giacere, nella frescura dell’ombra densa a mezzogiorno. Là come è dolce distendersi, …
James Joyce – Nella buia pineta / In the dark pine-wood Read More »
Caspar David Friedrich, The evening, 1821 So, we’ll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for …
Lord Byron – Così più non andremo in giro senza meta Read More »
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