Meeting Benches World art in all forms
INFINITY
“Always dear to me was this lonely hill,
and this hedge, which has so much
last The endless horizon.
But as I sit and gaze, boundless
spaces beyond that, and superhuman
silences, and deepest quiet
I thought I pretend; if just for
the heart is overwhelmed. And as the wind
I hear rustling through the trees, I’m the one
infinite silence to this entry
comparing vo: and I am reminded of the eternal,
and the dead seasons, and this
and alive, and the sound of it. So in this
immensity my thought is drowned:
and sweet to shipwreck in this sea.”
(Giacomo Leopardi)
CRY OF ANCIENT
“The tree which tendevi
the little girl, hand,
green pomegranate
by beautiful scarlet flowers,
in the silent garden lonely
revived all just now
and June it restores
of light and calor.
thou flower of my plant
beaten and withered,
you the useless life
extreme single flower,
you’re in the cold ground,
you’re in the black earth;
neither the sol more you glad
nor awaken love you. “
(Giosuè Carducci)
I ASKED YOU
“I asked you because your eyes
dwell in my
caste as a star in the sky
in a dark flood.
You looked at me for a long time
wise as a child with his eyes,
You told me then, gently:
I love you, why are you so sad.”
(Hermann Hesse)
MY SOUL
“My soul
close your eyes
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and as it sinks in the water
Immerse yourself in your sleep
naked and dressed in white
the most beautiful of dreams
you welcome
my soul
close your eyes
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abandoned as over my arms
do not forget me in your sleep
close your eyes slowly
your brown eyes
where a flame burns green
my soul.”
(Nazim Hikmet)
PARIS AT NIGHT
“Three lighted matches one by one in the night
The first to see the whole face
The second to see the eyes
The last to see your mouth
And all the darkness to remind me of these things
While I hold you in my arms.”
(Jacques Préver)
