Literature

A shepherd shearing sheep one day
Declaimed most zealously
Upon the care was ta’en of sh...
- Ignacy Krasicki
So you rode from the range where your brothers “select,”

Through the ghostly grey bush in th...
- Henry Lawson
The moon came into the forge
in her bustle of flowering nard.
The little boy stares at her, stares...
- Federico García Lorca
Who says that all must vanish?
Who knows, perhaps the flight
of the bird you wound remains,
and p...
- Rainer Maria Rilke
Iceland, fortunate isle! Our beautiful, bountiful mother!
Where are your fortune and fame, freedom ...
- Jonas Hallgrimsson
A bee
staggers out
of the peony....
- Matsuo Basho
A box with paints from childhood's time:
The colors of town are earth and grime.
An old worker a...
- Julian Tuwim
Culture, which makes talent shine, is not completely ours either, nor can we place it solely at our ...
- Jose Marti
 Art -  Literature - Childe Hassam - A reading woman
Childe Hassam - A reading woman
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October 28th 2012
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What else could we do, for the doors were guarded,
What else could we do, for they had imprisoned u...
- Paul Eluard
Slopes
of Mount Kugami—
in the mountain's shade
a hut beneath the trees—
how many years
it'...
- Ryokan Taigu
I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sle...
- Langston Hughes
 Art -  Literature - Alfred de Musset - French poet
Alfred de Musset - French poet
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February 9th 2013
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From far abroad, from across the sea, from the glowing south, the messengers of spring, the beloved ...
- Rikard Katalinic Jeretov
I'll never step ashore and feel your beach
the way I felt it as a barefoot child,
or see you waver...
- Ugo Fuscolo
In the green morning
I wanted to be a heart.
A heart.

And in the ripe evening
I wanted to be...
- Federico García Lorca
'Tis an eerie thing o'er the moor to fare
When the eddies of peat-smoke justle,
When the wra...
- Annette von Droste-Hülshoff
"Ah, are you digging on my grave,
My loved one? -- planting rue?"
-- "No: yesterd...
- Thomas Hardy