Rolf Jacobsen Quotes

Look - The moon thumbs through night's book. Finds a lake where nothing is printed. Draws a straight line. That's all it can. That's enough. Thick line. Straight toward you. - Look.

Let the young rain of tears come, let the calm hands of grief come. It's not all as evil as you think.

The clouds roll on. Silent as sleepwalkers the clouds keep coming from infinity bank behind bank and line after line, and change colors on the earth.

For the Earth itself is a blossom, she says, on the star tree, pale with luminousocean leaves.