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What the Angel of the South Says:

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The stone stands in its place,
where it was laid.
For it, there is no grace:
the stone is made.
But only change is the perfect state.
Eternal renewal
is the infinite fate.

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When the building is done,
the chisel’s stroke set,
you cannot become:
your form is met.
Man is like a reed, they say,
yet more than any stone's weight:
he builds himself every day,
as long as life’s his state.

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Freely translated from György Rónai: Mirror and Fire

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