Installation at the Tate Modern.
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Daniel Libeskind: Imperial War Museum North
Salford, Manchester.
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From 'Newark Abbey' by Thomas Love Peacock
I gaze, where August’s sunbeam falls
Along these grey and lonely walls,
Till in its light absorbed appears
The lapse of five and thirty years.
If change there be, I trace it not
In all this consecrated spot:
No new imprint of Ruin’s march
On roofless wall and frameless arch:
The hills, the woods, the fields, the stream,
Are basking in the self-same beam:
The fall, that turns the unseen mill
As then it murmured, murmurs still:
It seems, as if in one were cast
The present and the imaged past.
Spanning as with bridge sublime,
That awful lapse of human time,
That gulph, unfathomably spread
Between the living and the dead.
For all too well my spirit feels
The only change this place reveals:
The sunbeams play, the breezes stir,
Unseen, unfelt, unheard by her,
Who, on that long-past August day,
First saw with me those ruins grey.
Anselm Kiefer: Lilith
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