“The river rises, flows over its banks and carries us all away, like mayflies floating downstream: they stare at the sun, then… — Stephen Mitchell Copy Share Image
“How can a river that rises in a black forest and discharges in a black sea be celebrated as blue?” — Tessa de Loo Copy Share Image
A stone lies in a river; a piece of wood is jammed against it; dead leaves, drifting logs, and branches caked with… — Cyril Connolly Copy Share Image
