Der alleinige Baum


“Mit deinen Augen, welche müde kaum

von der verbrauchten Schwelle sich befrein,
hebst du ganz langsam einen schwarzen Baum
und stellst ihn vor den Himmel: schlank, allein.
Und hast die Welt gemacht.”

(R.M. Rilke in Eingang)
Herstal (B)

Marco Gerard


“He whom I enclose with my name is weeping in this dungeon.

I am ever busy building this wall all around;
and as this wall goes up into the sky day by day
I lose sight of my true being in its dark shadow.”

(R. Tagore in Gitanjali no. 29)
Namur (B)

The creation of a wall


“When the creation was new
and all the stars shone in their first splendour,
the gods held their assembly in the sky and sang
‘Oh, the picture of perfection! the joy unalloyed!'”

(Rabindranath Tagore in Gitanjali no. 78)
Namur (B)

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