Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.

Oscar Wilde

mardi 3 mai 2016

Wasted Days

The original picture painted by Miss. V. T. 




A fair slim boy not made for this world's pain.
With hair of gold thick clustering round his ears,
And longing eyes half veiled by foolish tears
Like bluest water seen through mists of rain: -
Pale cheeks whereon no kiss hath left its stain,
Red under lip drawn for fear of Love,
And white throat whiter than the breast of dove.
Alas! alas! if all should be in vain. -
Behind, wide fields, and reapers all a-row
In heat and labour toiling wearily,
To no sweet sound of laughter or of lute.
The sun is shooting wide its crimson glow,
Still the boy dreams: nor knows that night is nigh,
And in the night-time no man gathers fruit.


 










Rue Des Beaux Arts n° 55

L'édition de printemps de Rue Des Beaux Arts, placée sous le signe de la peinture, avec un éditorial consacré à Wilde et aux peintres, par Danielle Guérin Rose et une étude comparée du "Mr W H" et de Miss Sacripant de Marcel Proust, par Pascale Mc Garry. Et toujours l'essentiel de l'actualité Wildienne, avec l'incontournable succès américan, après le triomphe londonien, de la pièce de David Hare 'The Judas Kiss' avec Rupert Everett et Freddie Fox,