Here some words about the moon from one of my favorite books:
"the laconic moon along the crumbled road"
"staring from the juniper, the peaked silver mask"
"once, above the pretty little plain of even, rose delicate veils of dust, in which Mr Gust did pirouettes"
"It's the most beautiful thing in life: depth of night and moon, hem of woods, silent gleaming waters far off in modest solitude"
Arno Schmidt, "Dark Mirrors" (the third novel of the trilogy "Nobodaddy's Children", Collected Early Fiction 1949 - 1964, volume 2 Translated by John E. Woods (done so well, that I love Woods translation at least as much as the German original). Published by Dalkey Archive Press, 1995
I am always fascinated and spell-bound by the moon rising... And setting. And just hanging out in the middle of the sky... Love the moon.
ReplyDeleteSo do I, tlc.
ReplyDeleteHere some words about the moon from one of my favorite books:
"the laconic moon along the crumbled road"
"staring from the juniper, the peaked silver mask"
"once, above the pretty little plain of even, rose delicate veils of dust, in which Mr Gust did pirouettes"
"It's the most beautiful thing in life: depth of night and moon, hem of woods, silent gleaming waters far off in modest solitude"
Arno Schmidt, "Dark Mirrors"
(the third novel of the trilogy "Nobodaddy's Children",
Collected Early Fiction 1949 - 1964, volume 2
Translated by John E. Woods
(done so well, that I love Woods translation at least as much as the German original).
Published by Dalkey Archive Press, 1995