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At the instant of the first truth was born the first lie; out of the compromise came fiction. Out of fiction came worlds we are still imagining. In poems do we find the atoms and the marrow of such life. Translation is the rickety bridge to over there. Good translation is born in curiosity, impelled by wonder. No translation is ever finished, until you have arrived, over there.


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