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]
Unceasingly the river flows and yet the water is never the same. Where the currents meet, bubbles of foam appear on the surface of the water - bursting to disappear, while others rise to replace them. None lasts. It is the same in this world with people and their dwellings: everything is constantly changing.
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