The Landscapes of Vilhelm Hammershøi
Between water reading itself a story
with no people in it
and fields, illegible, and a sky
that promises nothing,
least of all what will happen now,
are the trees
that do not believe in
any version of themselves
not even the one in which
they are apparently everyday trees
and not a sequence of wooden frames
for ordinary leaves.
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