Myrto | A poem by Gérard de Nerval, 1808-55
Salvatore Fergola, A View of Naples from Posillipo, c 1840 It is of you, divine enchantress, I am thinking, Myrto,Burning...
Salvatore Fergola, A View of Naples from Posillipo, c 1840 It is of you, divine enchantress, I am thinking, Myrto,Burning...
1930's colour pallet What is pink? a rose is pinkBy the fountain's brink.What is red? a poppy's redIn its barley...
Franklin Carmichael, Autumn Hillside, 1920 It was my thirtieth year to heavenWoke to my hearing from harbour and neighbour woodAnd...
Joaquín Sorolla, Boys in the sea, 1908 The sea is a wilderness of waves,A desert of water.We dip and dive,Rise...
William Merritt Chase, The Old Road to the Sea, 1893 We don’t know if tomorrow has green pasturesin mind for...
Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot, The Solitude, 1866 There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,There is a rapture on the lonely shore,There...
Paul Klee, Girl with Doll, 1930 At sixI lived in a graveyard full of dolls,avoiding myself,my body, the suspectin its...
Claude Monet, Under the Lemon Trees, 1884 Hear me a moment. Laureate poetsseem to wander among plantsno one knows: boxwood,...
Agustí Sousa, Family, 2016 Your children are not your children.They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.They...
Vocalist Lee Wiley, accompanied by her husband, pianist Jess Stacy, with Eddie Condon on guitar, Sid Weiss on bass and...