ALL THESE LAMENTATIONS
The wind itself has regrets - it's hiding out
in the willows and singing a Kaddish all of
its own. I won't know anything about that
until another day. Right now - for me -
the walls are freshly white-washed and
the big room has new lighting. Every
gallery goes through this. Each show
had to be cleaned out anew before
they can hang the next.
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If that was like Life, I'd be always
on the move. I love too many things
while loving really nothing and none.
It's all a passing glimmer to me. Be not
set-up yourself - please - for anything
long-lasting at all. Pippa passes, as
Robert Browning would say.
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And now, and now, and now...
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