"Going over a passage describing the Western landscape, he suddenly looked up and said, 'I'm sorry I can't take you there.' I just smiled, for somehow he had already done just that. Without a word, eyes closed, we tramped through the American desert that rolled out a carpet of many colors - saffron dust, then russet, even the color of green glass, golden greens, and then, suddenly, an almost inhuman blue. Blue sand, I said, filled with wonder. Blue everything, he said, and the songs we sang had a color of their own."
Article source here:Arts Journal
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