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Created on 2016-06-29 12:28:42 (#2527854), last updated 2016-09-22 (458 weeks ago)
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| Name: | ʟᴇx "proportional response" ʟᴜᴛʜᴏʀ. |
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What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust. Frisch weht der Wind Der Heimat zu Mein Irisch Kind, Wo weilest du?-- - T.S. Eʟɪᴏᴛ |
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