The Sundew | A Poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne, 1837-1909
Henry Scott Tuke, August Blue, 1893-4 A Little marsh-plant, yellow green,And pricked at lip with tender red.Tread close, and either...
Henry Scott Tuke, August Blue, 1893-4 A Little marsh-plant, yellow green,And pricked at lip with tender red.Tread close, and either...
Edvard Munch, Eye in Eye, 1894 "Sound loves to revel in a summer night:Witness the murmur of the gray twilightThat...
Leonor Fini, The Passenger, 1964 I want to visit the rosesIn that lonelyPark where the statues remember me youngAnd I...
Snakes and Ladders, board game They want us to be afraid.They want us to be afraid of leaving our homes,to...
Julia Trigg Be careful of words,even the miraculous ones.For the miraculous we do our best,sometimes they swarm like insectsand leave...
anon And I know full well you won’t be there.You won’t be in the street, in the hum that buzzesfrom...
Philip with his mother Eva in the Duke’s Head Hotel, King’s LynnJuly 1971 (The estate of Philip Larkin) My mother, who...
Marc Chagall, Equestrienne, 1931 Don’t let that horseeat that violincried Chagall’s mother But hekept right onpainting And became famous And...
George Grosz, Bourgeois world, 1918 We contain all the passionsand all the vicesand all the suns and stars,chasms and heights,trees,...
César Vallejo, 1892-1938 I will die in Paris, on a rainy day,on some day I can already remember.I will...