"A grey wall, a green ruin, rusty pike,
Make my soul pass the equinoctial line
Between the present and past worlds, and hover
Upon their airy confine, half-seas-over"
Make my soul pass the equinoctial line
Between the present and past worlds, and hover
Upon their airy confine, half-seas-over"
Jacques Lipchitz - Man with a madolin - 1917
Oskar Schlemmer - Solemn Tragedians - 1924
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