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Memory strikes me
as a kind of dumbness.
It makes one's head heavy and giddy
as if one were not looking back down
It makes one's head heavy and giddy
as if one were not looking back down
the receding perspectives of time
but rather down on the earth
from a great height,
from a great height,
from one of those towers
whose tops are lost
whose tops are lost
to view in the clouds.
The Emigrants
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The blurbs have some blur
but they also have
a whole lot of accuracy
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The blurbs have some blur
but they also have
a whole lot of accuracy
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