Thursday, January 1, 2004

I Don’t Remember The Word I Wished To Say Comments

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I don’t remember the word I wished to say.
The blind swallow returns to the hall of shadow,
on shorn wings, with the translucent ones to play.
The song of night is sung without memory, though.
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Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
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Sekar Subramaniam 06 July 2020

Awesome indeed. Just captivating.

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