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"Looking into the heart of light, the silence."
"I will show you fear in a handful of dust."
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Do I dare
Disturbe the universe?
Fra "Four Quartets":
Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.