so I don't give a damn about fine writing,
I'm rolling my sleeves up.
The dough's rising ...
Oh what a shame
I can't bake cathedrals ...
that sublimity of style
I've always yearned for ...
Child of our time -
haven't you found the right shell for your soul?
Before I die I shall
bake a cathedral.
(translated by Herbert
Lomas)
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