Literature

I'll never step ashore and feel your beach
the way I felt it as a barefoot child,
or see you waver...
- Ugo Fuscolo
 Art -  Literature - Marie Under
Marie Under
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August 10th 2014
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A land, as far as the eye can see, where the waving grasses grow
Or the plains are blackened and b...
- Andrew Barton Paterson
A box with paints from childhood's time:
The colors of town are earth and grime.
An old worker a...
- Julian Tuwim
 Art -  Literature - William Hazlitt - Self portrait
William Hazlitt - Self portrait
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October 13th 2012
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There is grey in your hair.
Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath
When you are passing;
...
- William Butler Yeats
Culture, which makes talent shine, is not completely ours either, nor can we place it solely at our ...
- Jose Marti
 Art -  Literature - Alfred de Musset - French poet
Alfred de Musset - French poet
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February 9th 2013
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The moon came into the forge
in her bustle of flowering nard.
The little boy stares at her, stares...
- Federico García Lorca
A shepherd shearing sheep one day
Declaimed most zealously
Upon the care was ta’en of sh...
- Ignacy Krasicki
From far abroad, from across the sea, from the glowing south, the messengers of spring, the beloved ...
- Rikard Katalinic Jeretov
It would be good to give much thought, before
you try to find words for something so lost,
for tho...
- Rainer Maria Rilke
Up, Amarylis! Darling, awaken!
Through the still bracken
Soft airs swell;
...
- Carl Michael Bellman
By far the worst is the hamburger lady.
We must heal them for the qualified technicians,
Worse,
A...
- Genesis P-Orridge
Before us is the iron coin. Now let us ask
The two opposing faces what the answer will be
To the i...
- Jorge Luis Borges
In a few days
it shall belong to the past.
in order to forget
I'll give myself
to the warm glow
...
- Hendrik Marsman
As when, silently, to surprise,
You throw violets in his eyes...

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As when you rock an acac...
- Cyprian Norwid
I shall not wonder more, then,
But I shall know.

Leaves change, and birds, flowers,
And after y...
- Raymond Knister