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Showing posts with label t.s. eliot. Show all posts
all point to that which is now
josef sudek: rembrances series, 1959 josef sudek: sunday afternoon on kolin island, 1924-26there they were, dignified, invisible,moving without pressure, over the dead leaves,in the autumn heat, through the vibrant air,and the bird called, in response tothe unheard music hidden in the shrubbery,and the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roseshad the look of flowers that are looked at.there they were
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birds,
josef sudek,
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poetry,
t.s. eliot,
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