The Portrait of a Lady

“It has made me better loving you…it has made me wiser, and easier, and brighter. I used to want a great many things before, and to be angry that I did not have them. Theoretically, I was satisfied. I flattered myself that I had limited my wants. But I was subject to irritation; I used to have morbid sterile hateful fits of hunger, of desire. Now I really am satisfied, because I can’t think of anything better. It’s just as when one has been trying to spell out a book in the twilight, and suddenly the lamp comes in. I had been putting out my eyes over the book of life, and finding nothing to reward me for my pains; but now that I can read it properly I see that it’s a delightful story.”

Henry James,    The Portrait of a Lady

“It’s time to start living the life you’ve imagined.”

Henry James

“She feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS.”
Henry James

“I don’t want everyone to like me; I should think less of myself if some people did.”
Henry James

“Sorrow comes in great waves…but rolls over us, and though it may almost smother us, it leaves us.  And we know that if it is strong, we are stronger, inasmuch as it passes and we remain.”
Henry James

“I’m yours for ever–for ever and ever.  Here I stand; I’m as firm as a rock. If you’ll only trust me, how little you’ll be disappointed. Be mine as I am yours.”

Henry James,    The Portrait of a Lady

“…I am incapable of telling you not to feel. Feel, feel, I say – feel for all you’re worth, and even if it half kills you, for that is the only way to live…”
Henry James

 

“If one is strong, one loves the more strongly.”

Henry James,    The Portrait of a Lady

“Her reputation for reading a great deal hung about her like the cloudy envelope of a goddess in an epic.”

Henry James,    The Portrait of a Lady

“I call people rich when they’re able to meet the requirements of their imagination.”  Henry James,    The Portrait of a Lady

“Be not afraid of life believe that life is worth living and your belief will create the fact.”

Henry James

“She is written in a foreign tongue.”

Henry James,    The Portrait of a Lady

“Things are always different than what they might be…If you wait for them to change, you will never do anything.”

Henry James,    The Portrait of a Lady

 

“You wanted to look at life for yourself – but you were not allowed; you were punished for your wish. You were ground in the very mill of the conventional.”
―    Henry James,    The Portrait of a Lady

Annunci

La magia del tè

“L’amore e lo scandalo sono i migliori dolcificanti del tè.”
Henry Fielding, Love in Several Masques, 1728

L’arte di bere il tè è un poema ritmato da movimenti  armoniosi.

Nitobe Inazō

Ho sempre paura che la creazione possa finire prima dell’ora  del tè.
Sydney Smith

Il tè si beve per dimenticare il frastuono del mondo.
T’ien Yiheng

Il tè per gli inglesi è davvero un pic-nic al coperto.
Alice Walker

Autumn: Old ponds

 Autumn_by_the_old_pond

Autumn_by_the_old_pond

Della mia anima al fondo
e al fondo d’una vallata d’autunno
giace uno stagno profondo,
la memoria di cio’ che fummo.

 

Riflesso

Riflesso

Dormon nel seno di quello
con le lor parvenze immemorabili
ombre che un magico appello
solleva da letti inscrutabili.

 

Old bench under the tree near a pond

Old bench under the tree near a pond

Ma che son, parvenze e tempo,
sotto i rami che s’allaccian dei pioppi?
sotto il mulino dal tetto
antico, e i rosseggianti coppi?

 

Cerchi

Cerchi

Sotto le tenere erbe
che s’avviluppano lungo la sponda,
la cui radice si perde
nella terra bruna e nell’onda?

Il sole e la luna e l’ombre
abitan perennemente quell’acque
dove trasalgon le fronde
al vento che non si tace;

Japanese pond

Japanese pond

e in trasparenti riflessi
ondeggiando, e in abissali connubi
scendono, in seno agli spessi
sogni, l’ombre d’oggi e le nubi.

(“Di uno stagno campestre”, Carlo Betocchi)

Harry Kellow “Old pond”

Just a whisper of the wind in the cool air,
While walking the country side, so  fair,
As winds blew leaves of silver and gold,
The old trees cracked,  while standing,
So bright and bold.

 The Old Pond on Lewis Road

The Old Pond on Lewis Road

Swans swimming, near water lilies through,
As I sit close to the water  with fresh air all around,
The calmness was still, not even a sound.
I  looked at my reflection, floating there,
With sunlight glowing around my face  and hair.
"The old pond", John Rivera

“The old pond”, John Rivera

I came to a pond, all clear and blue,
As water flowing over rocks hidden in the sand,
I felt the cool,  as water rolled over my hand.
The country so green, flowers blooming astray,
The contentment feeling, overwhelmed, as I walked away.  
(A quiet moment, Carolyn Thomas Langston )

Source:  A Quiet Moment, Pond Poems http://www.poetryinnature.com/nature/poetry.asp?poem=1781#ixzz2BXGIkjFb http://www.PoetryInNature.com

Lilac and purple

Ricordi sbocciavan le viole
con le nostre parole:
-Non ci lasceremo mai,
mai e poi mai-.
Fabrizio De Andre’  (“Canzone dell’amore perduto”)

 

Il profumo di glicine dissipi

l’odor di muffa e di cotogna. Sotto

la viva luce palpiti il salotto!

E il mio sogno riveda i suoi principi.

Guido Gozzano , I sonetti del ritorno

 

It’s iris time! It’s iris time! ‘Twixt tulip-days and rose,
The garden walls
in iris time with purple splendor glows,
The leafy spears are on parade, the
bugles of the June,
Summons each bud and bloom and blade with sturdy marching
tune.

Iris time, Anne H. Spicer

Eccolo, ero morto?, sui
bastioni del vascello – irreali
come quest’aria che non conosco da piccolo,
o questa lingua di italici
pagani o servi di chierici – i bui
festoni dei glicini. Il quartiere ricco
n’e’ pieno dappertutto. Spiccano
viola nel viola delle nuvole e dei viali.
Assurdo miracolo, per un’anima
per cui contano, gli anni,
che sono stati per lei ogni volta immortali.

Pier Paolo Pasolini  (Da: “La religione del mio tempo“)

 

… frustando il cavallo come un ciuco

tra i glicini e il sambuco, il Re si dileguo’.

Fabrizio De Andre’ – Paolo Villaggio

(Da, Carlo Martello ritorna dalla battaglia di Poitier”)

 

Ogni istante dei nostri incontri
lo festeggiavamo come un’epifania,
soli a questo mondo. Tu eri
più ardita e lieve di un’ala di uccello,
scendevi come una vertigine
saltando gli scalini, e mi conducevi oltre l’umido lillà nei tuoi possedimenti
al di là dello specchio

Arsenij Tarkovskij  Primi Incontri

 

Lavenders green, dilly dilly, lavenders blue.

When you love me, dilly dilly, I will love you.

A penny for your thoughts my dear,

A penny for your thoughts my dear,

I.O.U. for your love, I.O.U. for your love.

For your love, for your love, for your love.

Marillon