RENAISSANCE IN CENTRAL ITALY: All that was is no longer, what would become was born here

9 years ago

In Tuscany, a region of central Italy, the Florentine art school starts - from 1300 to 1500 - new aesthetic,…

PRAYER: Poetry, by Kathleen Jamie

9 years ago

PRAYER Our baby’s heart, on the sixteen-week scan, was a fluttering bird, held in cupped hands. I thought of St…

AS THE MIST LEAVES NO SCAR: Poetry, by Leonard Cohen

9 years ago

AS THE MIST LEAVES NO SCAR On the dark green hill, So my body leaves no scar On you, nor…

FANTASY: Poetry, by John Keats

9 years ago

FANTASY Leave always wandering imagination, the pleasure is always somewhere else, and it melts, only to touch sweet, like the…

CLOTHING: Poetry of Wislawa Szymborska

9 years ago

CLOTHING You take off, we take off, we remove coats, jackets, waistcoats, blouses of wool, cotton, terylene, skirts, pants, socks,…

THE ORANGE: Poem by Jacques Prévert

9 years ago

THE ORANGE An orange on the table, your dress on the rug, and in my bed, sweet present of the…