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1 " Each word, as someone once wrote, contains the universe.The visible carries all the invisible on its back. Tonight, in the unconditional, what moves in the long-limbed grasses, what touches me As though I didn’t exist? What is it that keeps on moving, a tiny pillar of smoke Erect on its hind legs, loose in the hollow grasses? A word I don’t know yet, a little word, containing infinity, Noiseless and unrepentant, in sift through the dry grass. "
― Charles Wright , A Short History of the Shadow: Poems
2 " A moment that should have lasted forever and foreverLong over— it came and went before I knew it existed.I think I know what it means,But every time I start to explain it, I forget the words. "
