"At certain moments I could swear there is even a sense of being liked, as sunlight changes swiftly, leaving, leaving and arriving again. A bird is chirping bitterly, as if these words were meant for me, as if their intent was within me, and will not speak. Nothing is left me of you."
Franz Wright, closing lines to “Goodbye,” from Kindertotenwald (Alfred A. Knopf, 2011)
The Small Arm of the Seine at Argenteuil, 1876
Morning on the Kennet
Alfred William Parsons (British, 1847–1920)
Oil on canvas, 91.4 x 111.7 cm.
Southwark Art Collection.