Torture of art


“The heart asks pleasure – first,

And then excuse from pain.
And then those little anodynes
That deaden suffering.

And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.”

(E. Dickinson no title from Poems from Emily Dickinson)
Antwerpen (B)

Don’t fly away from me!

"Often in the white clouds that appear on the horizon 
It seems that as an angel you fly towards me, 
And hold out your arms never to leave me again.
Ah, tell me, ah, say if there is anything 
that conjures up an image of me for you!"

(Unidentified author in All'amante lontano, transl. by L. Claycomb)
Amsterdam (NL)

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