Nobel Prize for Literature, 2011
I have not seen a single person.
In other parts of the world
there are people who are born, live and die
in a perpetual crowd.
To be always visible—to live
in a swarm of eyes—
a special expression must develop.
Face coated with clay.
The murmuring rises and falls
while they divide up among themselves
the sky, the shadows, the sand grains.
I must be alone
ten minutes in the morning
and ten minutes in the evening.
—Without a programme.
Everyone is queuing at everyone's door.
—Medusa, returned from the sea
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