No Moon (1995)
BUT WE, WHEN MOVED BY DEEP FEELING, EVAPORATE; WE BREATHE OURSELVES OUT AND AWAY; FROM MOMENT TO MOMENT OUR EMOTION GROWS FAINTER, LIKE A PERFUME.
- R. M. Rilke, Duino Elegy
- Stephen Mitchell Translation
Second Elegy
Photograph
20 x 24
1994