"The Place Out Beyond Ideas"
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right doing
There's a field. I'll meet you there
Like a yard,
Flowers will never grow
Where the ruined house once stood
Like a mole, a plow
Dig up the world
In the spring
And a whisper will be heard
When the soul lies down in that grass,
The world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, languages, even the phrase each other
But doubts and love
Doesn't make any sense
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