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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2005-08-13 | [Text in der Originalsprache: english] | Veröffentlicht von Edilberto González Trejos
At the earliest ending of winter,
In March, a scrawny cry from outside Seemed like a sound in his mind. He knew that he heard it, A bird's cry, at daylight or before, In the early March wind. The sun was rising at six, No longer a battered panache above snow... It would have been outside. It was not from the vast ventriloquism Of sleep's faded papier-mache... The sun was coming from the outside. That scrawny cry--It was A chorister whose c preceded the choir. It was part of the colossal sun, Surrounded by its choral rings, Still far away. It was like A new knowledge of reality. Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird Wallace Stevens
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