Yesterday a snake crossed the road at dusk.
Crushed by a tire, it writhed on the asphalt.
We are both the snake and the wheel.
There are two dimensions. Here is the unattainable
Truth of being, here, at the edge of lasting
and not lasting. Where the parallel lines intersect,
Time lifted above time by time.
From "A Treatise on Poetry: IV Natura" by Czeslaw Milosz, trans. by Robert Hass
Two Studies of a Bird of Paradise, Rembrandt, 1630
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He is a poet that I want to spend more time with. Thank you for the quotation.
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