Let me begin again as a speckof dust caught in the night windssweeping out to sea. Let me beginthis time knowing the world issalt water and dark clouds, the worldis grinding and sighing all night, and dawncomes slowly, and changes nothing.

Philip Levine
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Let me begin again as a speckof dust caught in the night windssweeping out to sea. Let me beginthis time knowing the world issalt water and dark clouds, the worldis grinding and sighing all night, and dawncomes slowly, and changes nothing. In this quote from Tsurezure Children , The narrator is showing that he is ready for a new start. He knows that the world is a dark place and that it will not change. He does not want to be a part of a world where nothing will ever change no matter how good things get.

Source: 7 Years From Somewhere: Poems

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