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1 " My words are the garment of what I shall never be Like the tucked sleeve of a one-armed boy. "
― W.S. Merwin , The Lice
2 " The gods are what has failed to become of us "
3 " On the door it says what to do to surviveBut we were not born to surviveOnly to live "
4 " Everything that does not need you is real "
5 " The Hydra calls me but I am used to itIt calls me EverybodyBut I know my name and do not answer "
6 " The sun sets in the cold without friendsWithout reproaches after all it has done for usIt goes down believing in nothingWhen it has gone I hear the stream running after itIt has brought its flute it is a long way "
7 " How We Are Spared”At midsummer before the dawn an orange light returns to the mountainsLike a great weight and the small birds cry outAnd bear it up "
8 " A long time ago the lightening was practicingSomething I thought was easy "
9 " Looking East at Night”DeathWhite handThe moths fly at in the darknessI took you for the moon risingWhose light thendo you reflectAs though it came out of the roots of thingsThis harvest pallor in whichI have no shadow but myself "