…Having dug out treachery beneath me
I end something of life in ending mecum-vade,
Made up of a hundred pearls threaded
Logically, shed tear into tear.
Halt the pen before… before…
The impatient reader stops :
Quietly I shut my notebook, like a cell-door – –
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Similarly, a botanist having his herbarium full
(When from the lowly moss the tiniest petal
Whispers about the deaths of creatures) and wanting
To sign the frontispiece… writes… mortal!
(Cyprian Kamil Norwid)
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