Monday, March 12, 2007

Aquis submersus...



My old wounds seared me; and, strangely enough, I became aware of something I had never heard before: the surf breaking on the shore of the sea far away. There was no human being to meet me, and I did not hear the cry of a single bird; but out of the dull roaring of the sea, the water sang the words to me over and over, the words of the dark lullaby: Aquis submersus, aquis submersus.


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~ Text: The Rider on the White Horse, Theodor Storm, 1888

~ Image: Point Reyes Lighthouse by Eadweard Muybridge, 1870