Meeting Benches World art in all forms

TO THE SPRING Welcome, gentle Stripling, nature’s darling thou! With thy basket full of blossoms, a happy welcome now! Aha! And thou returnest, heartily we greet thee. The loving and the fair one, merrily we meet thee! Think’st thou of my maiden, in thy heart of glee? I love her yet, the maiden. And the maiden yet loves me! For …

SPRING Spring am I, too soft of heart, much to speak ere I depart: ask the Summer-tide to prove, the abundance of my love. (William Morris)

SPRING RAIN Spring rain, leaking through the roof, dripping from the wasps’ nest. (Matsuo Basho)

TO SPRING Sound the flute! Now it’s mute! Bird’s delight, Day and night, nightingale, in the dale, lark in sky. Merrily, merrily merrily, to welcome in the year. Little boy, full of joy; Little girl, sweet and small; Cock does crow, so do you; Merry voice, infant noise; Merrily, merrily, to welcome in the year. Little lamb, here I am; …

THE HAMPSTEAD HEATH TOAD It was one of those beautiful English summer nights, when levitating on the moonshine of a moonlit world was your entranced lucky fate. The lilac shimmer of silent lakes. The whisper of ghost fox through your heartbeat. But the toad in the hand stank real. Stank through his palpitating skin. Stank of fear. Is the fabled …

GEORGE RUSSELL DRYSDALE 1/3 – George Russell Drysdale was born in Bognor Regis (Sussex, England), and its family settled in Melbourne, Australia. A chance encounter an with artist and critic awakened him to the possibility of a career as an artist. He studied in Melbourne and made trips to Europe. By the time of his return, leaving Melbourne for Albury, …

NUMBERS I get magic (sometimes I get more than I bargain for), but I don’t get numbers. Numbers do worse than humiliate or elude me, they don’t add up. I am no algebra tart ravished, by the meretricious music of the spheres. (Dorothy Porter) http://www.amazon.com/Love-Poems-Dorothy-Porter/dp/1459605624

Hanging Rock stands isolated, in the Australian bush north of Melbourne. Yes, it really was the theater event narrated in the novel: the disappearance never explained of two girls and a mature college teacher, followed by the destruction of so many lives in those lives connected. Reading, page after page, you will discover the secret relationship between humankind and Mother …

PLEASURE Is it the bite of a sighing crocodile? All your voluptuous bleeding incense come at once? I have traveled its Silk Road with my curtains drawn, hearing its lurching mirages shiver among the stones and nettles of its gorgeous desert. (Dorothy Porter) http://www.amazon.com/The-Best-Poems-Dorothy-Porter-ebook/dp/B00EVDM3JI  

No. You will not have time to sleep in this city so special, where all lovers of culture and sport, but also foodies, will find very interesting events. Arriving in Melbourne, you will discover a myriad of cafes, bars and boutiques that branch out into the city. Of course, you can immerse yourself in the atmosphere of Southbank (do not …

Serving steaks for over twenty years, the team here have spent years refining and perfecting their craft. The cornerstone of Squires success lies in the proprietary sauces and baste, custom built grills allowing for a unique cooking process that creates a unique taste profile and the top quality beef sourced from the Western District of Victoria. Best dish: famous pork …

Country music is a narrative of the life of the Australian outback, where aborigines were brought up, seeing him change gradually over time. The songs tell a longing for the far country, together with the love for their land, where the sense of disorientation of indigenous peoples was expressive affinity, because sadness of the lyrics and melodies was the expression …

HORTIS HESPERIDUM > Un prodigio allora avviene: aulenti selve e fonti, fresche nell’ombra adornano tutti i lidi, e i frutti d’oro penduli dai rami. In un nimbo beato di fragranze, il talamo rifulse tra ghirlande di quei fiori, di quei frutti. Ivi s’assise, più che mai bella Amalfi, e fu regina, mentre intorno cantavano le Grazie, i felici imenei. Fiori …