theparisreview: Sandals are the youth of a shoeAnd the memory of its trek to the desert I don’
theparisreview: Sandals are the youth of a shoeAnd the memory of its trek to the desert I don’t know when the sandals will lose meOr when I will lose them, but they will be lost,Each in a different place:One not far from my homeAmong rocks and low bushes.And the other will drown in sandAt the great sea,As the sinking sunFacing the sinking sun. —Yehuda Amichai, from “Sandals.” Art: Eugène Boudin. -- source link