This is a gift that I have, simple, simple; a foolish extravagant spirit,
full of forms, figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions: these are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion.
But the gift is good in those in whom it is acute, and I am thankful for it.
Love’s Labour’s Lost, Act IV, Scene I
full of forms, figures, shapes, objects, ideas, apprehensions, motions, revolutions: these are begot in the ventricle of memory, nourished in the womb of pia mater, and delivered upon the mellowing of occasion.
But the gift is good in those in whom it is acute, and I am thankful for it.
Love’s Labour’s Lost, Act IV, Scene I
3 comments:
Magnifico!
specialmente col disegno.
e il testo di Rilke commincia... dove?
XXX
ben, juste en bas...
exposed in the mountains of the heart c'est le debut.
Baci Carina
:-))
indeed, dearest!
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