At the Edge of a Field, a Pair of Shoes The Millstone The whistling wind My Retreat Your Heaven Your Softness Saved You What Voice Is That? There’s No Light in This World Poet I Met with Deception I Felt the Sunlight
Along the long, long corridor I go on walking . . . —Before me there are dazzling windows, on either side, walls reflecting the light. The sunlight and I, I'm standing with the sunlight. —Now I remember how intense that sunlight is! So warm it stops me from taking another step, so bright I hold my breath. The light of the whole universe converges here. —I'm unaware of the existence of anything else. There is only me, leaning on sunlight, still for a full ten seconds. Sometimes, ten seconds is longer than a quarter of a century. Finally, I dash down the stairs, push open the door, and run in the spring sunlight . . .
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