Robert Walser, La rosa. Traducción de Juan José del Solar.
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Robert Walser, La rosa. Traducción de Juan José del Solar.
Die Rose
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Fotografien von Josh Westrich
Edition Florales, Essen 1988, 109 Seiten +23, 29x25cm
euro 40,00
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illustrated book with accompanying 23 pages text booklet, separately inserted in a flap at the back of the inside cover
"Die Rose" is a collection of 83 photographic portraits of classic roses from the days before hybridizing--moss, gallica, alba, shrub roses, floribunda, centifolia, damask, bourbon, climbing, sweet briar. And old they are: The earliest rose dates back to before 1300, though the majority are 19th-Century beauties. The introduction includes a survey of the rose in history, legend and the arts. At the end of the book, the origin and history of each rose pictured is detailed. But the main attractions are the photographs themselves. Intimate and larger than life, they are so engaging as to bring a heightened appreciation for all roses
27/07/23
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Die Rose wird vom Wind verweht. Der Wind blässt die Rose an einen anderren Ort. Der Ort ist der Rose unbekant, er liegt in einen anderren Land. Das Land ist ganz schon weit weg und dort sucht sie sich ein Versteck. Das Versteck das liegt im Wasser. Dort wird die Rose immer nasser. Sie geht und nimmt uns fort, an einen unbekanten Ort.