On the August issue of Vogue UK, i found a little article about this photographer.
There was a gorgeous black and white photo included, which immediately caught my eye.
Jewish André Kertész, born in Hungary on July 2, 1894 and died in NY on September 28, 1985.
Next to one of his photographs i found, was this beautiful poem by Rumi.
You who are not kept anxiously awake for love's sake, sleep on.
In restless search for that river, we hurry along;
you whose heart such anxiety has not disturbed, sleep on.
Love's place is out beyond the many separate sects;
since you love choosing and excluding, sleep on.
Love's dawn cup is our sunrise, his dusk our supper;
you whose longing is for sweets and whose passion
is for supper, sleep on.
In search of the philosopher's stone, we are melting like copper;
you whose philosopher's stone is cushion and pillow, sleep on.
I have abandoned hope for my brain and head; you who wish for
a clear head and fresh brain, sleep on.
I have torn speech like a tattered robe and let words go;
you who are still dressed in your clothes, sleep on.
(September 30, 1207 – December 17, 1273)