Mann’s Sunrise

A scattering of roses began, there at the edge of the world, an ineffably lovely shining and blossoming; childlike clouds, transfigured and transparent with light, hovered like serving amoretti in the vermilion and violet haze; crimson light fell across the waves, which seemed to be washing it landwards; golden spears darted from below into the heights of heaven, the gleam became a conflagration, noiselessly and with overwhelming divine power the glow and the fire and the blazing flames reared upwards, and the sacred steeds of the goddess’s brother Helios, tucking their hooves, leapt above the earth’s round surface. With the splendour of the god irradiating him, the lone watcher sat; he closed his eyes and let the glory kiss his eyelids.

– Thomas Mann – Death in Venice

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