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From The Double Dream of Spring, 1970
All kinds of things exist, and, what is more, Specimens of these things, which do not make themselves known. / I am speaking of the laugh of the squire and the spur / Which are like a hole in the armor of the day. / It’s annoying and then it's so natural
That we experience almost no feeling / Except a certain lightness which matches / The recent closed ambiance which is, besides, / Full of attentions for us. Thus, lightness and wealth.
But the existence of all these things and especially / The amazing fullness of their number must be / For us a source of unforgettable questions: / Such as: whence does all this come? and again: / Shall I some day be a part of all this fullness?
…Everything is a landscape