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... a stone, a leaf, an unfound door; of a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces.
Naked and alone we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mother's face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth.
Which of us has known his brother? Which of us has looked into his father's heart? Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent? Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?
O waste of loss, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this most weary unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When?
O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again.
Thomas WolfeLook Homeward, Angel
1929
"Tell me the way," she said, "and I'll search you out." "East o' the Sun, West o' the Moon," Norwegian Fairy Tale, illustration by Kay Nielsen.
Leon Bakst: La Sultana -
The Blue Sultana
"The flowers are beginning their masquerade as people. Sir Jonquil begins the fun." Walter Crane (1845-1915) from "Flora's Feast: A Fairy's Festival of Flowers in Full Color."
