Man himself is an enigma in motion; his questions never stay asked; whereas the mold, the footprint, and by natural extension, the... statue itself, like the vaults, the arches, the temples with which man records his own passing, remain immobile and fix a moment of man's life, upon which one might endlessly meditate.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Cat-lovers will no doubt point out that the elegance and dignity of cats are the consequence of their sojourn in the temples of th...e gods, where their attitudes and movements were regarded as divine prognostications. Be that as it may, it is obvious that the cat's wealth of expressions make it an ideal candidate for such a role. Unlike the dog, which either wags its tail or does not wag its tail, the cat possesses a wide range of means to convey its emotions: It arches its back, makes its fur stand on end, meows, rubs itself against furniture and against humans, purrs, lashes its tail, spits, and hisses. The priests of Bacht, therefore, had ample material for interpretation.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
No country is so peaceful as the one that leads into death. Life arches above one's head like a bridgespan, and below it flows the... water, carries the boat, takes it further.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A circle swoop, and a quick parabola under the bridge arches Where light pushes through;... A sudden turning upon itself of a thing in the air. A dip to the water.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The far-off clinching and mating of arches, the leap and thrust of the stone, carrying a great roof overhead, awed and silenced he...r.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And really, the reason we think of death in celestial terms is that the visible firmament, especially at night (above our blacked-...out Paris with the gaunt arches of its Boulevard Exelmans and the ceaseless Alpine gurgle of desolate latrines), is the most adequate and ever-present symbol of that vast silent explosion.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Bare night is best. Bare earth is best. Bare, bare, Except for our own houses, huddled low... Beneath the arches and their spangled air, Beneath the rhapsodies of fire and fire, Where the voice that is in us makes a true response....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The one invulnerable man among Crude captains, the naked majesty, if you like,... Of bird-nest arches and of rain-stained-vaults.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years;... I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind; and in the midst of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »