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The turning wheel runs round and round.
It opens and closes the exit of my gate.
Noisily it turns for ruin and destruction.
My head is split, my entrails spilled.
It chases and it catches…
Contributor:
Solomon de Oliveyra
Places:
Amsterdam, Republic of the Seven United Netherlands
(Amsterdam, Netherlands)
Date:
17th Century
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Three Idlers [finish chanting]:
Why, oh why,
Did the soul descend
From the highest height
To the deepest end?
The greatest fall
Contains the upward flight.
[A long pause. All three sit motionless…
Contributor:
S. An-ski
Places:
Date:
1913–1917