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Italiano
The swallows return to the same place under the eaves though the eaves are new since last spring and the farmer who hung the shutters is dead — yet they find it. L'istinto. What word do we have for this that is not too small? The maker placed in them a geometry not of learning. I watched one this morning carry mud in its beak, and the tremor in my own hand held still a moment as I watched, as if the steadiness of small purpose could pass between living things by mere proximity. The mud was mixed with saliva. Saliva. The house of God built from the body's own water. I do not know if the swallow prays. The shutter creaks.
English
The swallows return to the same place under the eaves though the eaves are new since last spring and the farmer who hung the shutters is dead — yet they find it. Instinct. What word do we have for this that is not too small? The maker placed in them a geometry not of learning. I watched one this morning carry mud in its beak, and the tremor in my own hand held still a moment as I watched, as if the steadiness of small purpose could pass between living things by mere proximity. The mud was mixed with saliva. Saliva. The house of God built from the body's own water. I do not know if the swallow prays. The shutter creaks.
