"So, poetry is that song that is not perceived, that space where you can not set the home, there is always the key to re-lose. If you stop be imperceptible, if no longer uncertain, if he fails to be somewhere else (is there to say, if not longer?), sinks, no longer exists. The thought protects me in trouble. "
Philippe Jaccottet, The promenade under the trees
(translated by Rafael-José Díaz). Four editions, 2011.
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