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Sunday, July 31, 2016

There is no image...

A photo I took yesterday of a Magnolia in blossom...
and a piece I read this morning from Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God:

I want to utter you. I want to portray you
not with lapis or gold, but with colors made with apple bark.
There is no image I could invent
that your presence would not eclipse.