Tender Wind | A poem by Unica Zürn, 1967


Unica Zürn, Drawing. n. d.

“It is a very beautiful day. The woman looks around and thinks:
‘there cannot ever have been a spring more beautiful than this.
I did not know until now that clouds could be like this.
I did not know that the sky is the sea and that clouds
are the souls of happy ships, sunk long ago.
I did not know that the wind could be tender,
like hands as they caress – what did I know – until now?”

Unica Zürn, Dark Spring, 1967

Gerhard Richter, Clouds, 1970


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