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Sonnet
And it was almost a girl and came to beOut of this single joy of song and lyre
And though her green veils shone forth radiantly
And make herself a bed inside my ear.
And slept there. And her sleep was everything :
The awesome trees, the distances I had felt
So deeply that I could touch them,
Meadows in spring :
All wonders that ever seized my heart
She slept the world. Singing god, how was that first sleep
So perfect that she had no desire ever to wake ?
See : She arose and slept.
Where is her death now ? Ah, will you discover
This theme before your song consumes itself ?
Where is she vanishing ?...A girl almost...
Rainer Maria Rilke
beforefashion.blogspot.comDear Irina,
I met Ruslana while photographing her. I asked if she would sing for me. Sing about her inner life. Sing with her body. I said I needed her to be the artist, and I would just stand there as a witness. She agreed on the terms and trusted me through the whole process. I didn't realize at the time how much she was giving to me and the world...It grew on me though, as editing the pictures I was discovering in front of my eyes. She was a real muse and disappeared before I could continue the quest.
But may be that quest is continuing on another plane and I will remember her always.
About re-publishing the whole session, I think this will be done as a part of an exhibit I am preparing.
Thanks for your words and attention.
Xxx
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