Empty

Herbert List, Under the sun, 1937

The airy sky has taken its place leaning against the wall.
It is like a prayer to what is empty.

And what is empty turns its face to us
and whispers:
“I am not empty, I am open.”

— from Vermeer, Tomas Tranströmer, trans Robert Bly

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