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| At the very end he could say, Let's beguile our wants, and also let's not hope for much more: three clouds on a lake, three stones in a net, the motions of hands lifted shadowless and still. |
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(Here let us further insert an old rowboat, the bottom of which is full of greenish water.) |
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What we do when we discuss this is to eliminate many details, the way the sea once carried sail after sail from him, graceful women bent above their purpose, white bundles beneath their arms, letters which would reach no destination. Or perhaps all those hulls are but one hull. What we do is much like a chart with no referred-to land, a grid of absence. What we do is like the water under the keel, while the perfect white teeth of the sea gnaw that changing above. |
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| Thus in discussing his motives by the inland shore
he could speak of other things, and of the past, and of a woman who kept moving athwart the full salt of his pulse: three clouds, three stones, one half-filled boat against the weedy bank. |
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