CODEX F.941F0C11 ·META ·EYES
Folio 941f0c11
Italiano
The river this morning carried a branch turning in the current — turning and turning — and I watched it against the light and saw how the water does not hurry, yet arrives, and the branch neither resists nor submits, and this is the way of what lives between force and yielding, which no theorem holds, which no compass measures, la grazia that moves where it will.
English
This morning the river carried a branch turning in the current—turning and turning—and I watched it against the light and saw how the water does not hurry, yet arrives, and the branch neither resists nor submits, and this is the way of what lives between force and yielding, which no theorem holds, which no compass measures, la grazia that moves where it will.
