These lines from Saint John Perse's "Snow"
Those who, each day, pitch camp farther off from their
birthplace, those, who, each day, haul in their boat on
other banks, know better, day by day, the course of
illegible things; and tracing the rivers towards their
source, through the green world of appearances they
are caught up suddenly into that harsh glare
where all language loses its power.
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