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“Que des bouches de fièvre implorent encore le ciel..”
It’s endless – the heavy, amber day! Impossible grief Anna Ahmatova
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Ah, çok geç artık üzerime çökmüş sanki ağır bir bulutun kapkara parçaları... Furuğ Ferruhzad
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Do you know what a poem is, Esther?’ ‘No, what?’ I would say. ‘A piece of dust.’ Then just as he was smiling and starting to look proud, I would say, ‘So are the cadavers you cut up. So are the people you think you're curing. They're dust as dust as dust. I reckon a good poem lasts a whole lot longer than a hundred of those people put together.’
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