Your kingship is good for the people. The people spend their days in abundance thanks to you.
A Praise Poem of Iddin-Dagan 1900BCE
I’d like to find and lose the philosopher’s stone. Make love and never lose control. Remove a great number of living beings with impunity. Afterward resuscitate a very small number of the dead.
Convulsionnaires Man Ray, André Breton, 1937
Crystal Flowers: Poems and a Libretto Florine Stettheimer, 1949
Old poor poverty, fried rice with pickled sesame seeds
Fish Head Lê Thị Lựu, 1967
In this city of the generous, all are chivalrous
From a Paris Window–High Marsden Hartley, 1913
I would, to immerse my consciousness into your serenity
I Would to Love You Milena Pavlović-Barili, 1940
Must toiling Man for ever meet disgrace, and eat his hard earn’d bread with heated face, and all his acts in dull Oblivion lay
On Labour, Creativity and Patriotism Joseph Mallord William Turner, 1809
Without doubt you can call him John Testicle, who sets himself to criticizing someone else who could be his master for a hundred years.
Poems in mockery of painter Giovanni Baglione Caravaggio, 1603
Six Tuscan Poets Giorgio Vasari, 1544
And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs — Every child may joy to hear.
Songs of Innocence William Blake, 1789
And I who am changed through her, as the winged magician wishes, do not see or ask anything but virtue and beauty, whence I could perhaps discern your whole soul.
Sonnets for Laura Battiferri Agnolo Bronzino, 1560
I travelled through a land of men, A land of men and women too, And heard and saw such dreadful things, As cold earth wanderers never knew.
The Mental Traveler William Blake, 1803
The Oldest Love Poem 800BCE
The Poet Dainagon Sees an Apparition Utagawa Kuniyoshi, 1860
Wake! For the Sun, who scatter'd into flight The Stars before him from the Field of Night,
The Rubaiyat Omar Khayyam, 1120
More than annoyed, sad. More than sad, unhappy. More than unhappy, suffering.
