DOI Seite / Zitierlink:
https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.13852#0038
EVENING
vening is dominated by the figure of a woman unfol-
ding the heavy coils of her hair, image of the sha-
dows that are about to fall upon the earth. The
surrounding figures, move with a slower rhythm, the
energy of their bodies relaxed by an incipient lan-
guor. Two little children, are kneeling' side by side.
One lifts a trustful face towards heaven and prays; the
other stretches out a caressing little arm, as though
the evening prayer bidding good-bye to the fading day. Another child,
almost overpowered with sleep, rests its head affectionately upon the shoulder
of its father, who looks tenderly down at the little limbs that blend into
the strong lines of his muscular body. A fourth child upon its mothers
shoulder, half lost in the tresses of her hair, nestles securely sheltered in
this maternal nest, and, enfolded in soft shadows, looks eagerly into the
coming night; whilst her opening wings symbolise the power* of thought
liberated in dreams.
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vening is dominated by the figure of a woman unfol-
ding the heavy coils of her hair, image of the sha-
dows that are about to fall upon the earth. The
surrounding figures, move with a slower rhythm, the
energy of their bodies relaxed by an incipient lan-
guor. Two little children, are kneeling' side by side.
One lifts a trustful face towards heaven and prays; the
other stretches out a caressing little arm, as though
the evening prayer bidding good-bye to the fading day. Another child,
almost overpowered with sleep, rests its head affectionately upon the shoulder
of its father, who looks tenderly down at the little limbs that blend into
the strong lines of his muscular body. A fourth child upon its mothers
shoulder, half lost in the tresses of her hair, nestles securely sheltered in
this maternal nest, and, enfolded in soft shadows, looks eagerly into the
coming night; whilst her opening wings symbolise the power* of thought
liberated in dreams.
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