( Intuitions )
The last thing that holds you up
against the collapse of memory,
the last thing that breaks and unspools her,
is the search
for meaning; to recognize yourself,
and your avid, intimate alliance
with the species;
to apprehend and imagine what another feels; to follow the intonations
of language; to name
and conceive of abstractions: love,
injustice; and still to enjoy the beauty,
the music.
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It Must Be A Misunderstanding
translated by Forrest Gander
New Directions, 2022
