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Enveloped me. — What! is that all there is to it?
The curtain had risen and I was still waiting.
- Baudelaire
Do you know as I do, delectable suffering?
And do you have them say of you: "O! the strange man!"
— I was going to die. In my soul, full of love,
A peculiar illness; desire mixed with horror,
Anguish and bright hopes; without internal strife.
The more the fatal hour-glass continued to flow,
The fiercer and more delightful grew my torture;
My heart was being torn from this familiar world.
I was like a child eager for the play,
Hating the curtain as one hates an obstacle...
Finally the cold truth revealed itself:
Enveloped me. — What! is that all there is to it?
The curtain had risen and I was still waiting.
- Baudelaire
Image size
5184x3456px 1.59 MB
Make
Canon
Model
Canon EOS REBEL T3i
Shutter Speed
1/32 second
Aperture
F/5.6
Focal Length
18 mm
ISO Speed
250
Date Taken
Jul 20, 2044, 7:30:57 PM
Lens
EF-S18-55mm f/3.5-5.6 IS II
Sensor Size
22mm
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Whovever you are: step out in to the evening
out of your living room, where everything is so known;
your house stands as the last thing before great space:
Whoever you are.
With your eyes, which in their fatigue can just barely
free themselves from the worn-out thresholds,
very slowly, lift a single black tree
and place it against the sky, slender and alone.
With this you have made the world. And it is large
and like a word that is still ripening in silence.
And, just as your will grasps their meaning,
they in turn will let go, delicately, of your eyes . . .
(Rilke)
:-*
out of your living room, where everything is so known;
your house stands as the last thing before great space:
Whoever you are.
With your eyes, which in their fatigue can just barely
free themselves from the worn-out thresholds,
very slowly, lift a single black tree
and place it against the sky, slender and alone.
With this you have made the world. And it is large
and like a word that is still ripening in silence.
And, just as your will grasps their meaning,
they in turn will let go, delicately, of your eyes . . .
(Rilke)
:-*