The balance is never made.
This is why the stars are silent
offering no account.
How to measure
a season
against
the calendar of your absence?
How to measure
the stream
of my tangled light
in the mountain
of what has been
and will be?
The balance is never made.
(John Berger, because wings are made to fly, Illustrationen Liane Birnberg, Berlin 2011, S. 29)
This is why the stars are silent
offering no account.
How to measure
a season
against
the calendar of your absence?
How to measure
the stream
of my tangled light
in the mountain
of what has been
and will be?
The balance is never made.
(John Berger, because wings are made to fly, Illustrationen Liane Birnberg, Berlin 2011, S. 29)
Bild: Liane Birnberg, Tropfen, Mischtechnik und Abreibung auf Papier, 2024