Monday, September 14, 2009

A Song of Africa

"If I know a song of Africa, -- I thought, -- of the Giraffe, and the African new moon lying on her back, of the ploughs in the fields, and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Would the air over the plain quiver with a colour I had had on, or the children invent a game in which my name was, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or would the eagles of Ngong look out for me?"

Karen Blixen/Isak Dinesen, Out of Africa

1 comment:

darien said...

i might just hold on to that one.