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When the child was a child
It walked with its arms swinging,
wanted the brook to be a river,
the river to be a torrent,
and this puddle to be the sea.
When the child was a child,
it didn’t know that it was a child,
everything was soulful,
and all souls were one.
When the child was a child,
it had no opinion about anything,
had no habits,
it often sat cross-legged,
took off running,
had a cowlick in its hair,
and made no faces when photographed.
When the child was a child,
It was the time for these questions:
Why am I me, and why not you?
Why am I here, and why not there?
When did time begin, and where does space end?
Is life under the sun not just a dream?
Is what I see and hear and smell
not just an illusion of a world before the world?
Given the facts of evil and people.
does evil really exist?
How can it be that I, who I am,
didn’t exist before I came to be,
and that, someday, I, who I am,
will no longer be who I am?
When the child was a child,
It choked on spinach, on peas, on rice pudding,
and on steamed cauliflower,
and eats all of those now, and not just because it has to.
When the child was a child,
it awoke once in a strange bed,
and now does so again and again.
Many people, then, seemed beautiful,
and now only a few do, by sheer luck.
It had visualized a clear image of Paradise,
and now can at most guess,
could not conceive of nothingness,
and shudders today at the thought.
When the child was a child,
It played with enthusiasm,
and, now, has just as much excitement as then,
but only when it concerns its work.
When the child was a child,
It was enough for it to eat an apple, … bread,
And so it is even now.
When the child was a child,
Berries filled its hand as only berries do,
and do even now,
Fresh walnuts made its tongue raw,
and do even now,
it had, on every mountaintop,
the longing for a higher mountain yet,
and in every city,
the longing for an even greater city,
and that is still so,
It reached for cherries in topmost branches of trees
with an elation it still has today,
has a shyness in front of strangers,
and has that even now.
It awaited the first snow,
And waits that way even now.
When the child was a child,
It threw a stick like a lance against a tree,
And it quivers there still today.
P. Handke
35 responses
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Isabelle Dethier gave props (15 Feb 2011):
Lovely prose and photo; great in all ways , voted
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Maura Wolfson-Foster gave props (15 Feb 2011):
When the child was a child, it was the time of these questions. Why am I me, and why not you? Why am I here, and why not there? When did time begin, and where does space end? Isn't life under the sun just a dream? Isn't what I see, hear, and smell just the mirage of a world before the world? Does evil actually exist, and are there people who are really evil? How can it be that I, who am I, wasn't before I was, and that sometime I, the one I am, no longer will be the one I am? ~ "Wings of Desire"
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Maura Wolfson-Foster gave props (15 Feb 2011):
very beautifully poignant - voted
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Kathleen Mercado (Deleted) said (15 Feb 2011):
................:)
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John Linton gave props (15 Feb 2011):
Oh YEAH! Rad!
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JojoH gave props (15 Feb 2011):
these two images are perfect together. great concept, beautifully done!
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Debrah Leonard (Deleted) gave props (15 Feb 2011):
voted.... Thank you, River S for the photo. Thank you, Maura, for the quote.
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Kevin Kott gave props (15 Feb 2011):
Brilliant and voted!!!!!!!
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Alyssa Armstrong gave props (15 Feb 2011):
I love this.
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jaume morera guixa gave props (16 Feb 2011):
Excellent ...!! VOTED
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MaYa Sinji Jung 정신지 gave props (18 Feb 2011):
JANA!!!!!!!!!! :-))))))))))))))
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jan-louise haller gave props (18 Feb 2011):
Very Cool...my vote !
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Bruce Miller (Deleted) gave props (20 Feb 2011):
brilliant. Great poem to accompany the work.
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Chris Jennings said (22 Feb 2011):
This makes me think of when I was young. I learned folksongs about wanting to fly like birds, to be free like birds. I was taught to wonder whether birds wanted to like us too. For me you have captured this beautifully. Congratulations.
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Bruce Wendler said (23 Feb 2011):
Tells a story
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Marco Martinez gave props (24 Feb 2011):
It's as if she remembers the day when she first stretched out her wings with the blue of sky all around her
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Carlo Pagan gave props (24 Feb 2011):
Fantastic!! Voted!!
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Carol Arntsen Masiak gave props (2 Mar 2011):
my vote!
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Danica Radman gave props (4 Mar 2011):
voted! !!!!!!!!! great
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david ong gave props (5 Mar 2011):
superb!!!!
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Carlos Aviles gave props (13 Mar 2011):
Very good. Voted
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MªTeresa Barreda Royo gave props (14 Mar 2011):
Excellent ...!! VOTED
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Sonia Adam Murray gave props (14 Mar 2011):
Oh YEAH/RAD!
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Joseph (Deleted) gave props (18 Mar 2011):
cool
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Delores Harshaw (Deleted) gave props (28 Mar 2011):
so excellent. voted!
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Julian Escardo said (29 Mar 2011):
Beautifully presented and conceived......
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oprea radu said (31 Mar 2011):
voted! great
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Mykola Swarnyk gave props (12 Apr 2011):
Great!
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Carol Holmes gave props (18 Apr 2011):
evocative...*voted*
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Bob Guilbert gave props (26 Apr 2011):
ahh the memories ... thank you all that!
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Carol Holmes gave props (26 Apr 2011):
Congratulations on being Member of the Week!
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davidLawson gave props (27 Apr 2011):
Beautiful photos riverS. I love the dream-like quality and curious mystery of your juxtaposed images, the beautiful simplicity of your composition with perfect balance of positive & negative, wonderful sense of placement, and also your technical excellence. Congratulations!
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Jim Ford (Deleted) gave props (2 May 2011):
V too.... wonderful.
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Lynda Jeffers gave props (24 May 2011):
Just stunning...love this!!
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Randolph Barry said (4 Oct 2012):
Love the picture! I recall the words in an Ingmar Bergman film. I can't remember which film it was, do you?
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