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There Are Diseases There are diseases worse, yes, than diseases, Aches that don’t ache even in one’s soul And yet, that are more aching than the others. There are dreamed anguishes that are more real Than the ones life brings us, there are sensations Felt only by imagining Which are more ours than our own life is. There’s so often a thing which, not existing, Does exist, exists lingeringly And lingeringly is ours and us… Above the cloudy green of the broad river The white circumflexes of the gulls..,. Above the soul the useless fluttering — What never was, nor could be, and is everything. Give me some more wine, because life is nothing. (19.11.35) — location: 791 ^ref-15512