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“Über die Ferne der finsteren Flurenhebt mich mein Stern in dein schwärmendes Bl…”

“With wine and being lost, withless and less of both:I rode through the snow, do…”

“Only one thing remained reachable, close and secure amid all losses: language. …”

“A poem, as a manifestation of language and thus essentially dialogue, can be a …”