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Almost without Noticing

Almost without noticing,
without thinking, it seems,
you've arrived where you see far.
Thirty years back, more, the path vanishes,
thirty years ahead, more, the path vanishes:
and you're forced to sit down in your own shadow
to think.
mother of truth and myth,
tell how the terrain divided the stream.

Eira Stenberg (b.1943) Finland, translated by Hervert Lomas

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