My turn shall also come: I sense the spreading of a wing.
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I do not know how it is elsewhere, but here, in this country, poetry is a healing, life-giving thing, and people have not lost the gift of being able to drink of its inner strength. People can be killed for poetry hereÂa sign of unparalleled respectÂbecause they are still capable of living by it.
Where to start? Everything cracks and shakes, The air trembles with similes, No one world's better than another; the earth moans with metaphors.
