sabato 12 novembre 2016

"Poetry as a cemetery. A cemetery of faces, hands, gestures. A cemetery of clouds, colors of the sky,..."

“Poetry as a cemetery. A cemetery of faces, hands, gestures. A cemetery of clouds, colors of the sky, a graveyard of winds, branches, jasmine (the jasmine from Swidnik), the statue of a saint from Marseilles, a single poplar over the Black Sea, a graveyard of moments and hours, burnt offerings of words. Eternal rest be yours in words, eternal rest, eternal light of recollection.”

- Anna Kamienska, Industrious Amazement : A Notebook 
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