Theodor Severin Kittelsen, Far, far away Soria Moria Palace shimmered like gold, 1900 In youth my wings were strong and tireless,but I did not know the mountains.In age I knew the mountainsbut my weary wings could not follow my vision –genius is wisdom and youth. Da giovane le mie ali erano forti e instancabilima non …
Lucas Cranach, The fountain of Youth, 1546 That is no country for old men. The youngIn one another’s arms, birds in the trees,- Those dying generations – at their song,The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer longWhatever is begotten, born, and dies.Caught in that sensual music all neglectMonuments of unageing intellect.An …
William Butler Yeats – Verso Bisanzio / Sailing to Byzantium Read More »
Vincent Van Gogh, The novel reader, 1888 I was the slightest in the House – I took the smallest Room – At night, my little Lamp, and Book – And one Geranium – So stationed I could catch the Mint That never ceased to fall – And just my Basket – Let me think – …
Emily Dickinson – In casa ero la più piccina / I was the slightest in the House Read More »
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 »
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