Fragments of Poetry and Silence

 

 

 

 

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In a pocket of earth / I buried all the accents / of my mother tongue
there they lie / like needles of pine / assembled by ants
one day the stumbling cry / of another wanderer / may set them alight
then warm and comforted / he will hear all night / the truth as lullaby


- John Berger