lena.sherbakov

For us there is only the trying, the rest is not our business. – T.S. Eliot

Published December 9, 2012 at 1600 × 1200 in Woodwork

A tennis ball that unhooks to hold the wedding rocks inside

O! learn to read what silent love hath writ:
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit.

I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.

Glittering cities:
song, stories, mathematics -
but with a difference.