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Mar. 26th, 2012 | 03:26 pm

OK, so the next time I had a break to read (while running off some photocopies, of course), I came to the next poem in the collection of Slovak poems:

The soul we call
what can't be seen from the body.

As if man carried in him the cave
where his far-off ancestors dwelt.

And the spirit is a spectre
which rises in this dark.

That's how we help ourselves.


The poet is Ján Buzássy.


Om Kreem Kalyai Namaha,

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