I have a feeling that my boat has struck, down there in the depths, against a great thing. And nothing happens! Nothing ... Silence ... Waves. Nothing happens? Or Has everything Happened and we are standing now, quietly, in the new life?
Literature is a state of culture, poetry is a state of grace, before and after culture.
Sharp nostalgia, infinite and terrible, for what I already possess.
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