"this (let's remember) day died again and
again;whose golden, crimson dooms conceive
an oceaning abyss of orange dream
larger than sky times earth:a flame beyond
soul immemorially forevering am-
and as collapsing that grey mind by wave
doom disappeared,out of perhaps(who knows?)
eternity floated a blossoming
(while anyone might slowly count to soon)
rose-did you see her? darling, did you (kiss
me) quickly count to never? you were wrong
-then all the way from perfect nowhere came
(as easily as we forget something)
livingest the imaginable moon"
-E E Cummings
Katya Konstantinova for Suddeutsche Zeitung, September 2012, photographed by Tim Barber
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