Art is a journey into the most unknown thing of all - oneself. Nobody knows his own frontiers… I don’t think I’d ever want to take a road if I knew where it led.

Louis Kahan
    

Tenderness


Tenderness can be like a battle cry,
Like the murmur of a hidden spring
And like a funeral dirge…
*
And like a long braid of golden strands
On which a widower hangs
His ancient silver watch - - -



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  2. normaltd said: Czułość bywa - jak pełny wojen krzyk; I jak szemrzących źródeł prąd, I jako wtór pogrzebny… * I jak plecionka długa z włosów blond, Na której wdowiec nosić zwykł Zegarek srebrny - - - - Cyprian Kamil Norwid
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