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Au nom de quoi?

from W.H. Auden’s “September 1, 1939” Defenseless under the night Our world in stupor lies; Yet, dotted everywhere, Ironic points of light Flash out wherever the Just Exchange their messages: May I, composed like them Of Eros and of dust, … Continue reading

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