i am looking at the beautiful fence with crimson-black spikes, inside of which are grapes with spotted spikes and velvet-feathered, inclined ferns and fluffy tufts, water-green and round.
[from stefan george's the book of hanging gardens]
i am looking at the beautiful fence with crimson-black spikes, inside of which are grapes with spotted spikes and velvet-feathered, inclined ferns and fluffy tufts, water-green and round.
[from stefan george's the book of hanging gardens]
It is often said that Japanese cuisine is not for eating, but for looking at.
Whoever sees that freshly cooked, pure white rice, how it lets warm steam rise from under the quickly lifted lid, how it lies piled up in the black vessel and how every single grain shines like a pearl, will, if he is a Japanese, really feel the awe of the rice.
DE-ÖKO006
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