Gustave Courbet The Wave, 1870 I am a pebble in this torrid sea. I am a grain of sand awaiting transformation. I am tiny atoms of salt among the others. The sky rumbles lashing its thick tongue at my face, molesting everything pure— divining heaven to destroy it. I am the gull in full sail, hovering. I am the fish jumping torturous from the drink. I am the black of the painter’s brush on the darkest night. The sea mocks the sky like fighting brothers. Their fists iron dervishes, their hatred equal to their love. No one can save me now.
Delineated visions volume one 1400 to 1700 manuscript
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