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Je Suis Une Table
(20 September 1928 - / Hamden / Connecticut)

Je Suis Une Table

Poem By Donald Hall

It has happened suddenly,
by surprise, in an arbor,
or while drinking good coffee,
after speaking, or before,

that I dumbly inhabit
a density; in language,
there is nothing to stop it,
for nothing retains an edge.

Simple ignorance presents,
later, words for a function,
but it is common pretense
of speech, by a convention,

and there is nothing at all
but inner silence, nothing
to relieve on principle
now this intense thickening.

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and there is nothing at all but inner silence, .. e null'altro c'è se non silenzio interiore, .. - beautiful passage


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