Baptism You sleep deeply in your mother's arms in the front row of the small stone church far and not far from the center of things. In a few minutes cold water will strike your forehead and...
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at the hands of might. And this "violence so crushes whomever it touches that it appears at last external no less to him who dis- penses it than to him who endures it." This is Weil's thesis, as...
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C.W.Pratt Evening Meditation in a Cathedral Town Transparent on transparency, A laccwing on the windowpane. Pale green traceries of vein In the lancets of its wings sustain A membrane too...
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