Coda: Deep in the Cloud-filled Valley
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84 Coda: Deep in the Cloud-filled Valley You will never return to your mother’s house or your father’s garden and the bed of your husband will whittle away. What sort of life is that? Leaving things so as to praise them later with your own strangeness. Now you think I won’t know you from the clouds that surround you but you exalt everything that cannot contain you— I’ll know you by your joy. ...


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