It is still beautiful to hear the heart beatbut often the shadow seems more real than the body.
—Tomas Tranströmer
I wrote so meagerly to you. But what I couldn’t write swelled and swelled like an old-fashioned airship and drifted away at last through the night sky.
Death stoops over me.I’m a problem in chess. Hehas the solution.
No one decides where I go, least of all myself, though each step is where it must be.
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