Into my head rose
the nothings
my life day after day
but I am leaving the shore
in my skin boat
It came to me that I was in danger
and now the small troubles
look big
and the ache
that comes from the things
I have to do every day
big
But only one thing
is great
only one
This
In the hut by the path
to see the day
coming out of its mother
and the light filling the world
Traditional Eskimo song translated by W.S. Merwin
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