So suddenly the clouds,
now ominous, conquer the sky,
and gloom falls over the landscape,
bathing in the golden light
of the long summer evening
only a moment ago; and all my bright
thoughts dim and dissolve,
and darker, despairing images
from deep, black pools emerge -
thus the nature of the light,
with its Old Master's sure brush,
creates and shapes the landscape's
powers that sculpt the human mind,
which, believing itself separate,
is a mere reflection.
31.05.-01.08.2021
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