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Edward II

King Edward II

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The wounded deer

Runs for a plant that closes up the wound

But when the tiger's flesh is torn, the tiger

Digs deeper into it with savage claw.

I often think all's in a state of flux.

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While Care stands at my elbow and while Sorrow

Holds me to his bosom and I bleed

At all the changing.

At such times I could wish to be a peasant in a hut.

Bertolt Brecht, Edward II, Trans. Eric Bentley. Grove Press, 1966. Pp. 58-59.

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