8 Aralık 2010 Çarşamba

incomplete strangers / eksik yabancılar

This which we live behind our unseen faces,
Is neither dream, nor childhood, neither
Myth, nor landscape, final, nor finished,
For we are incomplete and know no future,
And we are howling or dancing out our souls
In beating syllables before the curtain:
We are Shakespearean, we are strangers.
Delmore Schwartz
(from the poem:
dogs are shakespearean and children are strangers)

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