Do not compare: what lives is incomparable.
I felt a a sort of tender fear
As I took on the plains' equality
And the wide sky became my malady.
I summoned the air, my serving man,
Expected from him services or news,
Made prepared to place out, sail on the arc
Of expeditions that could never start.
Where I have most sky I am pleased to roam,
And a bright sadness will not permit me leave
Voronezh with every one other accompanied by its adolescent hills
For the understandable anthropoid hills of Tuscany.
#Nature #Landscapes & Pastorals
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