Saturday, December 08, 2007


When the child was a child,
it awoke once in a strange bed, and now does so again and again.
Many people, then, seemed beautiful, and now only a few do, by sheer luck.
It had visualized a clear image of Paradise, and now can at most guess,
could not conceive of nothingness, and shudders today at the thought.

Peter Handke
"Song of Childhood"


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