Phèdre (1880) by Alexandre Cabanel
For more references to Phèdre (Phaedra), one can read HERE where various links are shown.
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Friday, August 22, 2014
QUESTIONS
Where has my youth gone ?
Where have my hopes and joys gone ?
Where is my better world ?
I cover my face with both hands
And I wonder:
What became of us ?
Where have my hopes and joys gone ?
Where is my better world ?
I cover my face with both hands
And I wonder:
What became of us ?
Thursday, August 21, 2014
WHERE HAS LOVE GONE ?
Everywhere
Frowning brows
and
Deeply etched lines
Open, demanding hands
Anguished faces
And not a sign
Of hope
Is this the better world
We were supposed to hand over
To our sons and daughters ?
Frowning brows
and
Deeply etched lines
Open, demanding hands
Anguished faces
And not a sign
Of hope
Is this the better world
We were supposed to hand over
To our sons and daughters ?
Monday, August 18, 2014
George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron. 1788–1824 |
600. She walks in Beauty |
SHE walks in beauty, like the night | |
Of cloudless climes and starry skies; | |
And all that 's best of dark and bright | |
Meet in her aspect and her eyes: | |
Thus mellow'd to that tender light | 5 |
Which heaven to gaudy day denies. | |
One shade the more, one ray the less, | |
Had half impair'd the nameless grace | |
Which waves in every raven tress, | |
Or softly lightens o'er her face; | 10 |
Where thoughts serenely sweet express | |
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. | |
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, | |
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, | |
The smiles that win, the tints that glow, | 15 |
But tell of days in goodness spent, | |
A mind at peace with all below, | |
A heart whose love is innocent! |
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Monday, August 11, 2014
MEMORIES
Memorie remain
And sometimes
Hurt
But still they keep us
Aware
And
Alive
Throughout sorrows,
Destruction
And
Madness
And sometimes
Hurt
But still they keep us
Aware
And
Alive
Throughout sorrows,
Destruction
And
Madness
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