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Whoever Dreams of Being A Poet

Whoever dreams of being a poet, to him God gives a quiet face, patient and wise hands, a mind so restless, so humble in its secret places it understands the soul of animals, and a heart without confines, ageless, where, as in deep caves, all sorrows are at one.

Translated from French by Norma Farberm

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