"Babylon," exclaimed Rolf, who had to look down again and again at this net of shimmering strings of beads, this skein of light, t...his endless flowerbed of electric blossoms ... this labyrinth of rectangular windows threaded by gleaming canals, which is repeated over and over again with no change,... half order as though on a chessboard, half confusion, as though the Milky Way had fallen down from the sky ... a mosaic of colored fragments, but mobile, yet at the same time lifeless and cold as glass, then again the Bengal lights of a stage witches' sabbath,... an orgy of discord, of harmony, an orgy of the everyday, technological and mercantile above all; you immediately think of the Arabian Nights.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Each day I live in a glass room Unless I break it with the thrusting... Of my senses and pass through The splintered walls to the great landscape.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
the gentleness of wine in his fingertips, where do these hands come from?... I was born a glass baby and nobody picked me up except to wash the dust off me. He has picked me up and licked me alive.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Since you know you cannot see yourself So well as by reflection, I, your glass,... Will modestly discover to yourself That of yourself which yet you know not of.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
My glass shall not persuade me I am old So long as youth and thou are of one date,... But when in thee time's furrows I behold, Then look I death my days should expiate.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »