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" She was married with empty words: better to stumble at the edge to fall fall and be —divorced from the insistence of place— from knowledge, from learning—the terms foreign, conveying no immediacy, pouring down. —divorced from time (no invention more), bald as an egg . and leaped (or fell) without a language, tongue-tied the language worn out . The dwarf lived there, close to the waterfall— saved by his protective coloring. Go home. Write. Compose . Ha! Be reconciled, poet, with your world, it is the only truth! Ha! —the language is worn out. "
― William Carlos Williams , Paterson