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The moon of leisure circles the planet Work
with its mass and weight. --That's how they want it.
When we are on the way home the ground pricks up its ears.
The underground listens to us via the grass-blades.

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Even in this working day there is a private calm.
As in a smoky inland area where a canal flows:
THE BOAT appears unexpectedly in the traffic
or glides out behind the factory, a white vagabond.

--tomas transtromer (from On the Outskirts of Work)

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congratulations maestro transtromer. your poems have nourished and sustained me for a long time and they remain a luminous presence in my life. thank you.