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I have fallen a long way. Clouds are floweringBlue and mystical over the face of the stars. Inside the curch, the saints will be all blue, Floating on their delicate feet over the cold pews,Their hands and faces stiff with holiness. The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild and the message of the yew tree is blackness- blackness and silence.

From: Sylvia Plath “The moond and the Yew Tree” -  ArielImage © Alessandro Baronciani 

I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering
Blue and mystical over the face of the stars. 
Inside the curch, the saints will be all blue, 
Floating on their delicate feet over the cold pews,
Their hands and faces stiff with holiness. 
The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild 
and the message of the yew tree is blackness- blackness and silence.

From: Sylvia Plath “The moond and the Yew Tree” -  Ariel
Image © Alessandro Baronciani 

Sylvia Plath poem The moon and the yew tree Alessandro Baronciani Illustration illustrators

Waiting for the bus in Bologna (presso Stazione Bologna Centrale)

Waiting for the bus in Bologna (presso Stazione Bologna Centrale)

a-l-ancien-regime:

Triumph of the Marine Venus Sebastiano Ricci (1659–1734)
about 1713 oil on canvas Getty Center
Born from the sea, the mythological goddess Venus sits upon a throne pulled by muscular men and surrounded by her entourage. Her son Cupid flies nearby and grasps a handful of coral from a plate held by an attendant. Perched above Venus, a woman holds a string of pearls, a typical adornment of the goddess. The pearls fall through her hair and down along her shoulder. The composition is arranged in a loose pyramidal shape with Venus at the apex. Sebastiano Ricci used an array of flesh tones to describe and model the playful, graceful figures. Venus’s softly painted skin is a creamy white with touches of pink in her cheeks, chest, stomach, and knees; her flesh glows as if lit from within. Against the blue sky, streaks of pink paint describe wispy clouds and fading sunlight. With the Triumph of the Marine Venus, Ricci made a transition from a more classical Baroque style of dramatic gestures, bold colors, and serious subject matter to a more Rococo style of light, pastel colors, elegant, graceful figures, and decorative compositional elements.

a-l-ancien-regime:

Triumph of the Marine Venus
Sebastiano Ricci (1659–1734)

about 1713
oil on canvas

Getty Center

Born from the sea, the mythological goddess Venus sits upon a throne pulled by muscular men and surrounded by her entourage. Her son Cupid flies nearby and grasps a handful of coral from a plate held by an attendant. Perched above Venus, a woman holds a string of pearls, a typical adornment of the goddess. The pearls fall through her hair and down along her shoulder. The composition is arranged in a loose pyramidal shape with Venus at the apex. Sebastiano Ricci used an array of flesh tones to describe and model the playful, graceful figures. Venus’s softly painted skin is a creamy white with touches of pink in her
cheeks, chest, stomach, and knees; her flesh glows as if lit from within. Against the blue sky, streaks of pink paint describe wispy clouds and fading sunlight. With the Triumph of the Marine Venus, Ricci made a
transition from a more classical Baroque style of dramatic gestures, bold colors, and serious subject matter to a more Rococo style of light, pastel colors, elegant, graceful figures, and decorative compositional elements.

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BRING ME THE SUNSET IN A CUP
Bring me the sunset in a cup -Reckon the morning’s flagons upAnd say how many Dew -Tell me how far the morning leaps -Tell me what time the weaver sleepsWho spun the breadths of blue!
Write me how many notes there beIn the new Robin’s extasyAmong astonished boughs -How many trips the Tortoise makes -How many cups the Bee partakes,The Debauchee of Dews!
Also, who laid the Rainbow’s piers,Also, who leads the docile spheresBy withes of supple blue?Whose fingers string the stalactite -Who counts the wampum of the nightTo see that none is due?
Who built this little Alban HouseAnd shut the windows down so closeMy spirit cannot see?Who’ll let me out some gala dayWith implements to fly away,Passing Pomposity?
Emily Dickinson - Bring me the sunset in a cup (1955)
Ph. by:  ilvolodisara.tumblr.com

BRING ME THE SUNSET IN A CUP

Bring me the sunset in a cup -
Reckon the morning’s flagons up
And say how many Dew -
Tell me how far the morning leaps -
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the breadths of blue!

Write me how many notes there be
In the new Robin’s extasy
Among astonished boughs -
How many trips the Tortoise makes -
How many cups the Bee partakes,
The Debauchee of Dews!

Also, who laid the Rainbow’s piers,
Also, who leads the docile spheres
By withes of supple blue?
Whose fingers string the stalactite -
Who counts the wampum of the night
To see that none is due?

Who built this little Alban House
And shut the windows down so close
My spirit cannot see?
Who’ll let me out some gala day
With implements to fly away,
Passing Pomposity?


Emily Dickinson - Bring me the sunset in a cup (1955)

Ph. by:  ilvolodisara.tumblr.com

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