domingo, junio 25, 2006

Let it go. (a poem by William Empson)

It is this deep blankness is the real thing
strange
The more things happen to you the more you
can't
Tell or remember even what they were.
The contradictions cover such a range.
The talk would talk and go so far aslant.
You don't want madhouse and the
whole thing there.

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