. Le livre des mois . ■••.■ 3- its!?. ■•.:-.ai* ^^tJjiA PW LE LIVRE DES MOIS a disparu. Nous nous sommes donc assis dans les bois de pin et avons lété la cuve fermentant du péché perdre son effervescence, et a attendu jusqu'à ce que les bulles sour-odorant brokeno plus sur sa surface irisée. Et le sunsank jusqu'à ce qu'il touchait les collines, et où il touchait, ils se sont changés en ambre semi-transparent: le croissant de lune d'anda se leva à l'est et un birdflue dans la brousse. Puis la première trompette a sonné le motif de l'amour-fête, et enfin nous sommes allés. Des feux fous du coucher de soleil nous sommes passés dans la glorescence fraîche de la théateret t

• Contributeur: Reading Room 2020 / Alamy Banque D'Images
• ID de l’image: 2CJ10BP
• Taille du fichier: 7,1 MB (304,2 KB Téléchargement compressé)
• Autorisations: Modèle - non | Propriété - non
• Dimensions: 2491 x 1003 px | 21,1 x 8,5 cm | 8,3 x 3,3 inches | 300dpi

Informations supplémentaires

Cette image appartient au domaine public, ce qui signifie que le droit d’auteur a expiré ou que le titulaire du droit d’auteur a renoncé à ses droits. Les frais facturés par Alamy couvrent l’accès à la copie haute résolution de l’image.

Cette image peut avoir des imperfections car il s’agit d’une image historique ou de reportage.

. The book of months . ■••.■■■3- its!?. ■•.:-.ai* ^^tJjiA PW THE BOOK OF MONTHS was gone. So we sat in the pine woods and letthe fermenting vat of sin lose its effervescence, and waited till the sour-smelling bubbles brokeno more on its iridescent surface. And the sunsank till it touched the hills, and where it touch-ed they changed to semi-transparent amber: anda crescent moon arose in the east and one birdfluted in the bush. Then the first trumpet frombelow sounded the motif of the love-feast, anddown we went. From the mad fires of the sun-set we passed into the cool gloom of the theatreand the doors were shut, and soon the curtainrose on the last act. So were the wanderings of Parsifal accom-plished, yet he remained still the pure youthwho, once in ignorance of suffering, had shot aswan as it circled above a lake, wantonly andwithout thought. Yet when he saw it dead, thenfor the first time had pity knocked a Kttle atthe door of his heart. Since then had years196 .W J, : •..■:jV:-;.-.;. AUGUST sped by, and temptations hideous and beautifuland strong and subtle had been ever about hispath and about his bed; yet he was still withoutguile, nor was there spot or stain on his virginsoul. Albeit he was very weary, and for yearshad he been very weary, and sometimes he hadprayed that he might die, not knowing what heprayed, for the flesh was weak. But the sacredspear which he bore ever with him, that spearwhich had pierced the side of our blessed Lord, was his strength and his firm defence, as it hadever been since he had won it from Klingsor, themagician, unarmed except for the armor of hispure heart. So it came about that on the dawning of thatday on which our blessed Lord was crucified hiswanderings led him back to that place fromwhich they had started, ere yet he had confound-ed the sorcerer, Klingsor, and in the garden ofseduction had resisted the wiles of Kundry, who197 -?■, -.<, L^?.

Recherche dans la banque de photos par tags

• bookcentury1900
• bookdecade1900
• bookidcu3192401358
• bookyear1903