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| The Alphabet is No Language (M.A. Reilly, 2011) |
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- Charles Wright
I am the sign, I am the letter.
I am the language that cannot be come to terms with.
I will go to my resting place and will not be born again.
I am what is scattered and cannot be gathered up.
I am small, I am silence, I am what is not found.
from Wright, Charles. Littlefoot: A Poem (p. 7). New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux.
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