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SONNET  XXIV

Mine eye play’d the painter and hath stell’d

Thy beauty’s form in table of my heart,

My body is the frame wherein ‘t is held,

And perspective it is best Painter’s art.

For though the Painter must you see his skill,

To find where your true Image pictu’d lies,

Which in my bosom’s shop is hanging still,

That harth his windows glazed with thine eyes:

Now see what good turns eyes for eyes have done,

Mine eyes have drawn thy shape, and thine for me

Are windows to my breast, where-though the Sun

Delights to peep, to gaze therein on thee.

Yet eyes this cunning want to grace their art,

They drawn but what they see, know not the heart.

Love, Revelation

David Crosby, Cowboy movie

Nick Drake, Pink moon

Tim Hardin, First love song

Syd Barrett, Terrapin

Beatles, Why don’t we do it in the road?

walking

walking

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2 Comments

  1. Wow…che playlist…tutta da ascoltare!

    Buon fine settimana
    🙂

    • elisabetta beneforti
    • Posted July 29, 2014 at 9:27 am
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    buongiorno a te,marta! e buona settimana 🙂


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