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Don't allow the lucid moment to dissolve 
Let the radiant thought last in stillness 
though the page is almost filled and the flame flickers 
We haven't risen yet to the level of ourselves 
Knowledge grows slowly like a wisdom tooth 
The stature of a man is still notched 
high up on a white door 

From far off, the joyful voice of a trumpet 
and of a song rolled up like a cat 
What passes doesn't fall into a void 
A stoker is still feeding coal into the fire 
Don't allow the lucid moment to dissolve 
On a hard dry substance 
you have to engrave the truth 
  

Translated by Renata Gorczynski 

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Added: 25 Mar 2002 | Last Read: 5 Sep 2008 9:07 AM | Viewed: 7121 times

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