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1 " I saw the angels lifted like pale straws; I could not stand before those winnowing eyes.And fell, until I found the world again. Now I lack grace to tell what I have seen;For though the head frames words the tongue has none.And who will prove the surgeon to this stone? "
― Geoffrey Hill , Broken Hierarchies: Poems 1952-2012
2 " If we meet each other in hell, it's not hell. "