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LIFE
Life flows through my time, and I, an unshaven face, where wrinkles are deep, I analyze the traces. Thoughts like cattle, advancing on the road to drink, lost summers back, one by one, deep as the sky is the melancholy, the sedge plant that was, and then the clouds rolled over white, yet I know that everything is the same that everything is as it was then and unattainable; because they are in the world, and because it takes my melancholy? And the same smell lilacs as then. Believe me: there is an immutable happiness.
(Lars Gustafsson)
http://www.amazon.com/Selected-Poems-Lars-Gustafsson/dp/1852249978
