For Ava

"...he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread...His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing from Paradise it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the a...