Björk debut / post


This is the garden. Time shall surely reap
[nothing lasts an eternity]
and on Death’s blade lie many a flower curled,
[yet pressed or fallen outlive this hurt]
in other lands where other songs be sung;
[let them come in where hate can’t reach]
yet stand They here enraptured,as among
[with arms around a sighing lung]
the slow deep trees perpetual of sleep
[slow dreams of carbon feeding peace]
some silver-fingered fountain steals the world
[its blood expunged by love unfurled]

In the beautiful, otherworldly Carpathian Mountains a woman is traveling with a small boy in a horse and cart, looking to punish those who once abused her. For years, Katalin has been ... See full summary  »


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