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Tiré par des chiensle temps glissesur une neige invisibledans son traîneau de ferSi tu t’endorsil te traversera ANISE KOLTZ It is like what we imagine knowledge to be:Dark, salt, lear, moving, utterly free,Drwan from the cold hard mouthOf the world, derived from the rocky breastsForever, flowing and drawn, and sinceOur knowledge is historical, flowing, and flown. ELISABETH BISHOP