"Without bitterest cold that penetrates to the very bone, how can plum blossoms send forth their fragrance all over the world?"

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Shiva... is the only hunter that will ever catch the wild swan; The prey she will take last is the wild white swan of the beauty of things. Then she will be alone, pure destruction, achieved and supreme, Empty darkness under the death-tent wings. She will build a nest of the swan's bones and hatch a new brood, Hang new heavens with new birds, all be renewed.

— Robinson Jeffers