“Nun wachen wir mit den Erinnerungen
und halten das Gesicht an das, was war;
flüsternde Süße, die uns einst durchdrungen,
sitzt schweigend neben mit gelöstem Haar”
(R.M. Rilke in Nun wachen wir in …)
Wormerveer (NL)
Spiders on the quay
The swimming dog chair
"Days of joy, how have ye fled? Joy immortal, are ye dead? Is there nothing that can hold you? Can my limp arms not enfold you? Days of floating on the stream, Softly lapped as in a dream, With the white clouds swimming slowly In an ether pure and holy!" (A. Schaffer in A summer vacation) Wandre (B)
