If I formulate the question, I will have to wait for the answer and then take action. I will wait to ask the question until I receive the answer that I want. I will listen. A voice, her’s, hurries to unknown destinations.
Hearing a single word summarizes the whole scene perfectly and is enough to awaken an integral memory of it. “Chrysanthemum.” Like a thought that returns all of a sudden as soon as you recall one element.
Three or four centuries from now, it is probable that today’s English will be largely incomprehensible to everyone except the linguistic scholars and historians. Let them, like me, decipher her poem, questioning, a statement, opening space.
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