Best Titian Poems
Sacred and Profane Love By Titian - 1514Sacred and profane love by Titian - 1514
Love divine
How it burns when it falls from the sky -
how it hurts when the water is done.
How it rains with the words half-denied,
When the world looks for fabulous suns.
How it aches when...
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titian, beauty, community, culture, education,
Form:
Idyll (Idyl)
Sacred and Profane Love By Titian - 1514Love divine
How it burns when it falls from the sky -
how it hurts when the water is done.
How it rains with the words half-denied,
When the world looks for fabulous suns.
How it aches when the feeling's away
from the roads that are...
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Categories:
titian, art, beauty, culture,
Form:
Idyll (Idyl)
The Art of Conversation and TitianHail to the thieves
that retrieve
lost trees.
Hey! Where do you disappear?
Hail to the piercing taste of a pear.
Hey! Why do you gaze at me so?
I don't need reality unless it's mine.
Talk to me.
Talk to me.
Take your time and sigh.
See the...
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Categories:
titian, allusion, art, beauty, dream,
Form:
Free verse
Categories:
titian, sky,
Form:
Haiku
The Art of Conversation and TitianThe art of conversation and Titian
Hail to the thieves
that retrieve
lost trees.
Hey! Where do you disappear?
Hail to the piercing taste of a pear.
Hey! Why do you gaze at me so?
I don't need reality unless it's mine.
Talk to me.
Talk to me.
Take...
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Categories:
titian, appreciation, art, beauty, books,
Form:
Blank verse
RUBENISTA watteau titian rubensRUBENISTA watteau titan Rubens
colour
is king
as natural adjunct
in essential
write
to imitation
to
satisfy
the eye
as
rocco
is realised...
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Categories:
titian, art,
Form:
Didactic
MALERICHSTA titian rembrandtMALERICHSTA
a painterly
feeling
for form
outlines
merging
One
into
another
a background
face
in
patches
of
light
&
shade...
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Categories:
titian, art,
Form:
Didactic
FleshMusee
See where it burns in Titian's brush
subsides along the cool Aegean stone,
or twists in the fist-faces of Rome,
our only mystery--flesh.
There, uncertainty ends, or does it merely pause?
The surgeon's knife reveals a shadow
no surface contains, our laws
are not what we do or vow.
Yet surface is all,...
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Categories:
titian, flower, grief, pain, rose,
Form:
Sonnet