Twelve Years

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that remained, that
became true: .
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your house in Paris -- become the alterpiece of your hands.
Breathed through thrice, shone through thrice.
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It's turning dumb, turning deaf behind our eyes.
I see the poison flower in all manner of words and shapes.
Go.
Come.
Love blots out its name: to you it ascribes itself.
Tr.
Michael Hamburger

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