Tracey Emin, da sua exposição Ten Years

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"The irresponsive silence of the land,

The irresponsive sounding of the sea,

Speak both one message of one sense to me:-

Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof, so stand

Thou too aloof bound with the flawless hand

Of inner solitude; we bind not thee;

But who from thy self-chain shall set thee free?

What heart shall touch the heart? what hand thy hand?-

And I am sometimes proud and sometimes meek.

And sometimes I remember days of old

When fellowship seemed not so far to seek

And all the world and I seemed much less clod,

And the rainbow's foot lay surely gold,

And hope felt strong and life itself not weak."



Christina Rosseti