I reached the Alps: the soul within me burned Italia, my Italia, at thy name: And when from out the mountain’s heart I came And saw the land for which my life had yearned, I laughed as one who some gr...
Previously on this blog you have found and read If I Could Tell You by W. H. Auden. It was a villanelle, a poetic form adopted by the English poetry in the 18th c. To England it came from Italy and Sp...
…I am thinking of one artist. Like him, I am not interested in goblins and airy castles. Certainly, there is certain beauty in all this, but I need real people. And it is them whom I want to wri...
As we know, celebrities flock to Twitter to avoid the middle men, be they tabloids or paparazzi. Presumably, they want to speak to their audience directly. But it looks like even the Heaven is eagerly...
The Thames nocturne of blue and gold Changed to a Harmony in grey: A barge with ochre-coloured hay Dropped from the wharf: and chill and cold The yellow fog came creeping down The bridges, till the ho...