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Robilant + Voena

2012

Exhibition at Robilant + Voena, London, Milan

Publication: Robilant + Voena

Publication date: February 2012

Editors: Mira Dimitrova

Credits: Beacon Press

Format: 9” x 12.5”

Features: Hardcover, 35 pages

Language: English

ISBN: 9780956365064

Excerpt from poem “Hamatreya” by Ralph Waldo Emerson:

 

Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Meriam, Flint,

Possessed the land which rendered to their toil

Hay, corn, roots, hemp, flax, apples, wool and wood.

Each of these landlords walked amidst his farm,

Saying, “’Tis mine, my children’s and my name’s.

How sweet the west wind sounds in my own trees!

How graceful climb those shadows on my hill!

I fancy these pure waters and the flags

Know me, as does my dog: we sympathize;

And, I affirm, my actions smack of the soil.’

 

Where are these men? Asleep beneath their grounds:

And srangers, fond as they, their furrows plough.

Earth laughs in flowers, to see her boastful boys

Earth-proud, proud of the earth which is not theirs;

Who steer the plough, but cannot steer their feet

Clear of the grave.

They added ridge to valley brook to pond,

And sighed for all that bounded their domain;

‘This suits me for a pasture; that’s my park;

We must have clay, lime, gravel, granite-ledge,

And misty lowland, where to go for peat.

The land is well, --lies fairly to the south.

‘Tis good, when you have crossed the sea and back,

To find the sitfast acres where you left them.’

Ah! the hot owner sees not Death, who adds

Him to his land, a lump of mould the more.

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