"There's a moth, more than one in fact, that lives only on tears..."

Miranda Meeks





Daehyun Kim

Jona Biemans



                       
Gel Jamlang






"the years of choke"
kajoi







nazar moosavinia




enrico robusti

...perhaps...

henrik hold






Malgorzata Neubart 








stephanie buer


a. salvador

henry moore





georg baselitz


matisse






lucian freud







george tooker

¨.¨.

Nissim Ezekiel

Minority Poem

In my room, I talk 
to my invisible guests: 
they do not argue, but wait 

Till I am exhausted, 
then they slip away 
with inscrutable faces. 

I lack the means to change 
their amiable ways, 
although I love their gods. 

It's the language really 
separates, whatever else 
is shared. On the other hand, 

Everyone understands 
Mother Theresa; her guests 
die visibly in her arms. 

It's not the mythology 
or the marriage customs 
that you need to know, 

It's the will to pass 
through the eye of a needle 
to self-forgetfulness. 

The guests depart, dissatisfied; 
they will never give up 
their mantras, old or new. 

And you, uneasy 
orphan of their racial 
memories, merely 

Polish up your alien 
techniques of observation, 
while the city burns. 

...I am the scholar of the dark armchair...

I am  master of silence

yelena bryksenkova

Branches and rain hurl themselves at the windows of my library...

I am the saint at prayer on the terrace ...

Je suis le savant au fauteuil sombre

...little foreign misses and young ladies gently unhappy. 
What boredom, the hour of the 'dear body' and 'dear heart.'




fabio furtado

I lean my elbows on the table, the lamp shines brightly on these newspapers
I am fool enough to read again, these stupid books 

Miquel Wert

 In hours of bitterness...

Ioana Vraja



caspar david friedrich





adolph von menzel

Why should the semblance of an opening pale under one corner of the vault? 

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all lines : rimbaud- childhood / enfance