Gustave Moreau, Evening and sorrow, 1882 It is the hour when from the boughs The nightingale’s high note is heard; It is the hour — when lover’s vows Seem sweet in every whisper’d word; And gentle winds and waters near, Make music to the lonely ear. Each flower the dews have lightly wet, And in …
Lord Byron – E’ l’ora in cui s’ode tra i rami / It is the hour Read More »
Albrecht Altdorfer, Saint George in the Forest, 1510 There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I …
Vincent Van Gogh, Undergrowth with two figures, 1890 Being but men, we walked into the trees Afraid, letting our syllables be soft For fear of waking the rooks, For fear of coming Noiselessly into a world of wings and cries. If we were children we might climb, Catch the rooks sleeping, and break no twig, …
Dylan Thomas – Non essendo che uomini / Being but men Read More »
Ignacio Diaz Olano, Love in the forest, 1900 ca- O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been cool’d a long age in the deep-delved earth, tasting of Flora and the country green, dance, and Provençal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, full of the true, the blushful …
John Keats – Ode a un usignolo / Ode to a Nightingale Read More »
Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale, The little foot page, 1905 I robbed the Woods – the trusting Woods. the unsuspecting trees brought out their burs and mosses my fantasy to please. I scanned their trinkets curious—I grasped—I bore away – What will the solemn Hemlock – What will the Oak tree say? Ho derubato i boschi, i boschi …
Emily Dickinson – Ho derubato i boschi / I Robbed The Woods 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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