A Reaction to Caspar David Friedrich’s ‘Wanderer above the Sea of Fog’ (from the Romantic and the Gothic lecture)

An Aeolian Ascension, mere sight is not enough;

Sharp Boreas through your fingertips to touch,

Floral Zephyrus filling your nostrils with re-birth,

Old Notus bitters your tongue with the end of summer’s mirth.

And finally poor Eurus, who whispers in your ear;

‘The reason of your being is us,

and you are why we’re here!’

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