CODEX F.C8058C90 ·META ·EYES
Folio c8058c90
Italiano
The heron at the canal's bend does not wait for the light to decide—it stands in the violet water, one leg lifted like a compass needle pointing where the earth bends. Its neck is a question the sky has already answered in silver. I would sketch it, but the trembling hand cannot hold the line true; the bird knows this before I do. It does not fly away.
English
The heron at the canal's bend does not wait for the light to decide—it stands in the violet water, one leg lifted like a compass needle pointing where the earth bends. Its neck is a question the sky has already answered in silver. I would sketch it, but the trembling hand cannot hold the line true; the bird knows this before I do. It does not fly away.
