O.Wilde, Preface to 'The Picture of Dorian Gray'

The artist is the creator of beautiful things. (...)
Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.
Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.
They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty.
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written. That is all. (...)

No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything. (...)
All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.
Those who read the symbol do so at their peril.
It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.
Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital.
When critics disagree the artist is in accord with himself...


O. Wilde (1854-1900),
Preface to 'The Picture of Dorian Gray'


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Thursday, April 28, 2011

The Lamb, W. Blake


  The Lamb
  
   [from Songs of
    Innocence, 1789]


    by
 
    William Blake
    1757–1827

    English poet, painter, and
    printmaker



   The Lamb
                
Blake's illustration of The Lamb
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed,
By the stream and o’er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
Little Lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?

Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee,
Little Lamb, I’ll tell thee.
He is called by thy name,
For He calls Himself a Lamb.
He is meek, and He is mild;
He became a little child.
I a child, and thou a lamb,
We are called by His name.
Little Lamb, God bless thee!
Little Lamb, God bless thee!


Italian translation:


Agnellino, chi ti fece?
Sai chi ti fece?
Ti diede la vita, e ti disse di mangiare
Dal ruscello e sopra il prato;
Ti diede un vestito di delizia,
Il più morbido vestito, di lana, chiaro;
(Chi) Ti diede una così tenera voce,
da fare gioire tutte le valli!
Agnellino, chi ti fece?
Sai chi ti fece?

Agnellino, te lo dirò,
Agnellino, te lo dirò:
Egli è chiamato col tuo nome,
Poiché Egli Si chiama Agnello.
Egli è mite, ed Egli è buono;
Divenne un piccolo bambino.
Io un bambino, e tu un agnello,
Siamo chiamati col Suo nome.
Agnellino, Dio ti benedica!
Agnellino, Dio ti benedica!