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Looking down
lines of light reflecting;
little fish around my feet
Fish, light, cool sea-surface--
We are only passing by. We were never really here.
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Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment
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Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.
Rumi
19 June 2012
O Little Root of a Dream
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O little root of a dream
you hold me here
undermined by blood,
no longer visible to anyone,
property of death.
Curve a face
that there may be speech, of earth,
of ardor, of
things with eyes, even
here, where you read me blind,
even
here,
where you
refute me,
to the letter.
Paul Celan
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