Rödelheim train station in Frankfurt am Main; 2008-09-01
Still from his chair of porphyry gaunt Memnon strains his lidless eyes Across the empty land, and cries each yellow morning unto thee Oscar Wilde : Poems : The Sphinx
Still from his chair of porphyry gaunt Memnon strains his lidless eyes Across the empty land, and cries each yellow morning unto thee
Oscar Wilde : Poems : The Sphinx