COREE STACK z017

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The smell of the fields had already brought me back to Italy, even before the tombs of Kanso brought me
back to Care and the Etruscan tombs. It seems that the geographical comparison between Korea and Italy
is traditional: isn't it touching to find geography in tune with feeling? (But perhaps geography is no more than
coded feeling) The light, the beauty of the faces, the savor of life that makes nothing appear negligible or futile
l'a day that would have been los had it passed anyubere but in liah," says Larbaud...). And here, the
same grass-covered domes like fortress turrets, the same corridors, the same square rooms with their parallel
beds, their walls covered in frescoes, ochre, white, blue -and extending memory backwards like a film
rewinding, the road to Cerveteri with its Xshaped bartiers in the fields, its stone bridge and zigzags (kobl-ab,
kobl-ah, sang Kim), the same things vou already see in the painting by Filippo Lippi. The same goatpath near
the tumuli -the same goats the same shadowy square for Berenice. Ferver tombs, three only, and no tourists.
But the same cool air, making the beasts weep on the walls.

The guardian's little girl watches over these animals with perplexity. There is the phoenix (which the translator,
lacking the proper word, succeeded in defining as a fantastic chicken and the four cardinal points: the Cock,
the blue Dragon, the white Tiger and the black Tortoise. Perhaps in the mountains they hunt the man-eating
West, the fire-breathing East. Perhaps lovers wake at night to the song of the South, and children catch the
North at river mouths, to make their soup.