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Araucaria Araucana
PixAraucaria Araucana
"When the evening light, slanting into
the woods somewhere, bathes the tree
trunks in gold....
Singing and thinking are the stems
neighbor to poetry.
They grow out of Being and reach into
its truth.
Their relationship makes us think of what
Holderlin sings of the trees of the
woods:
'And to each other they remain unknown,
So long as they stand, the neighboring
trunks.'"
- Martin Heidegger
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the woods somewhere, bathes the tree
trunks in gold....
Singing and thinking are the stems
neighbor to poetry.
They grow out of Being and reach into
its truth.
Their relationship makes us think of what
Holderlin sings of the trees of the
woods:
'And to each other they remain unknown,
So long as they stand, the neighboring
trunks.'"
- Martin Heidegger
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