“Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels’
hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly
pressed me against his heart, I would perish
in the embrace of his stronger existence.
For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror
which we are barely able to endure and are awed
because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.”
From, “Duino Elegies” by Rainer Maria Rilke
2 thoughts on “martelaars plein”
A really strong selection with a mix of candid human life and the architecture of the street. The image of the intricate metalwork is a particular favourite.