Fogo Island Ecoregion Correspondences


WATER
WOOD
FIRE
EARTH
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And aren’t they all doing the same: only containing themselves,
if to contain oneself means: to transform the world outside
and wind and rain and patience of spring
and guilt and restlessness and disguised fate
and darkness of earth at evening
all the way to the errancy, flight, and coming on of clouds
all the way to the vague influence of the distant stars
into a handful of inwardness.

Now it lies free of cares in the open roses.

- Last stanza from Rilke’s poem ‘Bowl of Roses‘