"...Let me come to be still in your silence... You hear me from far away and my voice does not reach you... You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream, and you are like the word Melancholy.
I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent, distant and full of sorrow as though you had died. One word then, one smile, is enough. And I am happy, happy that it’s not true..." (translation by W.S. Mervin)
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