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“The dark eagles, sleep and death, Rustle all night around my head: The golden statue of man Is swallowed by the icy comber Of eternity. On the frightening reef The purple remains go to pieces, And the dark voice mourns Over the sea. Sister in my wild despair Look, a precarious skiff is sinking Under the stars, The face of night whose voice is fading.” Georg Trakl. Translated by Robert Bly; The… Read More

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