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Not the rolling cradle, not the gallows-tree,
Not the milk of breasts, not the clotted blood.
Not the childs bed and, not stave on headstone,
Not the labour doctor, not the cruel hangman.
Not the child's raising, not the loose genes,
Not the schooldesk, not the playground.
You're not the brave heart, not the coward spirit,
Not the stubborn mind, not the grim senses.
Not the senseless war, and not the hugs,
Not the weight of death, not the life's meaning.
Not the damnation, and not the salvation,
Not the barber's house, and not the seminary.



Not the helping hand, not the two-edged knife,
Not the rotting trellis, not the barren wasteland.
Invigorating force neither, not the scorching fire,
Not the vat of water, not the candlestick.
Not the full wine, not the dry milk-loaf,
Not the weapons rumble, not the bell's chime.
Not the total chaos, not the sober advice,
Not the loud surface, not the silent deepness.



Not the swearing words, not the consolation,
Not the head of council, not the local barber.
Not the marriage bed, not the doghouse,
Not even a plane, not a wobbling cart.
Not the pants' string, not the clerical scarf,
Not fellow mortal, not the living God.
Not the culmination, not the clock on towers,
Not the despondency, you're neither the faith.
Not the corner with bed, not the solar system.
Separate you are nothing, together you are everything,
That awkward man standing in the corner,
That awkward man standing in the corner,
in the picture.