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Politeness fades,
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a small anchovy gleam
leaving the upturned pot in the dish rack
after the moon has wandered out the window.
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One of the late freedoms, there is the dark.
The leftover soup put away as well.
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Distinctions matter. Whether a goat's
quiet face should be called noble
or indifferent. The difference between a right rigor and pride.
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The untranslatable thought must be the most precise.
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Yet words are not the end of thought, they are where it begins.
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~ Jane Hirshfield
from After
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