Some things cannot be translated. The silence cannot be translated.
It is not a coincidence that the laureate of silence, Beckett, lived precisely between two languages.
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- Life poem
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- Wordsworth's Milton
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- Liberty, power
- Grand Old Ballad of Sir Patrick Spens
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- Resistance
- Having to accept a small allowance
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- Lizard poem
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- Holy Grail
- 'Yesterday'
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About Me
- Adam Roberts Project
- I am whatever you say I am, if I weren't then why would I say I am, and suchlike commendable sentiments.
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