In Goya’s greatest scenes we seem… the people of the world exactly at the moment when they first attained the title of ‘suffering humanity’
a trouble archaically fettered to produce E Pluribus Unum an island
That there should never be air in a picture surprises me. It would seem to be only a picture of a certain kind, a portrait in p… or glue, somewhere a stickiness
The town does not exist except where one black-haired tree… up like a drowned woman into the h… The town is silent. The night boi… Oh starry starry night! This is h…
Don’t let that horse eat that violin cried Chagall’s mother But he kept right on
Side by side, their faces blurred, The earl and countess lie in stone… Their proper habits vaguely shown As jointed armour, stiffened pleat… And that faint hint of the absurd—
I was thy neighbour once, thou rug… Four summer weeks I dwelt in sigh… I saw thee every day; and all the… Thy Form was sleeping on a glassy… So pure the sky, so quiet was the…
Oblong, its jutted ends rounding i… The old sunken basin lies with its… An inch below the terrace tiles. Over the stagnant water Slide reflections:
Thou still unravish’d bride of qui… Thou foster-child of silence and s… Sylvan historian, who canst thus e… A flowery tale more sweetly than o… What leaf-fring’d legend haunts ab…
By the gloating rocks once its ref… The sun wallows in scarlet rages; Glovers at the ticky-tacky cages, Who feel naught of the coming delu… From the lurching stream that know…
That’s my last Duchess painted on… Looking as if she were alive. I c… That piece a wonder, now; Fra Pan… Worked busily a day, and there she… Will’t please you sit and look at…
