Reflection [foto's & poëzie]


'There is a sight I can easily draw:
the blue river reflects the shadowed hill,
the stream seems to bear leaves and twisting vines,
all the ridges swim on darkened ripples,
the leaves and even the clusters of grapes
are captured here on the clear crystal waves.'

Decimus Magnus Ausanius (vierde eeuw), The Moselle, vss. 189-194.




[Foto's: eigen werk, Berchem, Antwerpen.]

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