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“ Sometimes on a summer’s day the village is sunk
In silence, as if sunk under the earth.
Sometimes there is a seat by the side of the road, with a cat
Resting on it. Each day appears unnoticed.
Sometimes the wall of a house stands in the light.
The spirit does not feel itself forsaken.
Sometimes in the city a man suddenly collapses
And dies in the midst of the noise of the highway.
Sometimes when the sea outside is calm,
Sometimes the frozen ships attempt to move. ”
Annie Dillard, “Attempt to Move” (found poem using material from Max Picard’s The World of Silence, 1948) (Mornings Like This, HarperPerennial, 1995)
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