"My father loved poetry and music. But deep in himself he thought teaching the finest thing a person could do.
We speak in (rich) monotones. Our poetry is haunted by the music it has left behind. Orpheus shrinks to a poet when he looks back, with the impatience of reason, on a music stronger than death.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
We speak in (rich) monotones. Our poetry is haunted by the music it has left behind. Orpheus shrinks...
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