The Book of Image
“I’m like one who’s traveled foreign oceans
among these so eternally at home;
the full days stand rote at their tables:
for me the distant roils with dreams.
Deep inside my face a world reaches,
maybe uninhabited like the moon;
but they leave no feeling unexplored,
and all their words are taken.”
Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Solitary”, in The Book of Image
© Carmen Lobo – Centre Pompidou view
