The world is full of magical things patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.

Bertrand Russel

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Siren Song

Du heulst im Sturm. Du bist wie eine Harfe, an welcher jeder Spielende zerschellt. / You wail in the storm. You are like the harp on which every player is crushed. - Rainer Maria Rilke


You wail in the storm. You are like the harp
on which every player is crushed.
Rainer Maria Rilke

[The Book of Hours, The Book of Poverty and Death / Das Stundenbuch, Das Buch von der Armut und vom Tode]

The wind vane is actually the detail of a photo: