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MargotDavis

  • Narrative Poetry Re: Ephemeral lives

    There I was shut in a cage, With forty others like me, Barely room to turn around, It wasn’t a good place to be. I looked out through the bars ...

    Nov 11, 2010


That's just what translation is, I think. That's all speaking is. Listening to the other and trying to see past your own biases to glimpse what they're trying to say. Showing yourself to the world, and hoping someone else understands.
— Ramy (Babel by R. F. Kuang)