from D'AUREVILLY Barbey — What Never Dies. A romance. Translated from the French by Sebastian Malmoth (Oscar Wilde). 1928. Privately Printed
illustrated by Donald Denton
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Showing posts with label illustrators. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Lettice Sandford, née Mackintosh Rate, (1902-1993) ..illustrations
Lettice Sandford was born Lettice Mackintosh Rate in St Albans, Hertfordshire. She was one of the foremost female wood engravers of the between-the-wars engraving boom, and illustrated many fine press editions; her husband Christopher Sandford was proprietor of the Golden Cockerel Press one of my favourites along with Black Sun Press.
from Song of Songs
from The Golden Bed of Kydno
more Lovely Books
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Alan Sillitoe...Poem
Alan Sillitoe, 4 March 1928 – 25 April 2010.
Hannes Bok
sonnet: love
Love is not to be sought and known
When a mere comet-flash means dark
Oncoming doom. Who seek Love stand alone--
(Do not dream what visitations mark
(Do not dream what visitations mark
The final pain of procreative world,
What blood-bellied moons of solstice red
Shine at myrtle-berried midnight)--are killed
In stone-cold bodies never brought to bed.
Love is antique, no fickle mind
Can satisfy it; and never Hope will gain
An entrance to loins that like a wind
Spin a black night into a wheel of pain:
Not to know, and a tiger's black and gold,
Can the vast orbit of Love's pleasure hold.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
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Monday, March 8, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
The Songs of Bilitis... Willy Pogany & Pierre Louÿs...
I sing my flesh and my life...
Stay softly couched, oh, my body, according to your voluptuous mission! Taste daily joys and passions whose tomorrow never comes. Leave no pleasure unexplored, lest you regret the evening of your death....
Stay softly couched, oh, my body, according to your voluptuous mission! Taste daily joys and passions whose tomorrow never comes. Leave no pleasure unexplored, lest you regret the evening of your death....
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
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