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And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived |
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in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where |
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it came from, from winter or a river. |
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I don't know how or when, |
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no they were not voices, they were not |
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words, nor silence, |
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but from a street I was summoned, |
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from the branches of night, |
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abruptly from the others, |
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among violent fires |
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or returning alone, |
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there I was without a face |
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and it touched me. |
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I did not know what to say, my mouth |
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had no way |
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with names, |
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my eyes were blind, |
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and something started in my soul, |
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fever or forgotten wings, |
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and I made my own way, |
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deciphering |
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that fire, |
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and I wrote the first faint line, |
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faint, without substance, pure |
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nonsense, |
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pure wisdom |
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of someone who knows nothing, |
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and suddenly I saw |
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the heavens |
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unfastened |
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and open, |
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planets, |
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palpitating plantations, |
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shadow perforated, |
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riddled |
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with arrows, fire and flowers, |
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the winding night, the universe. |
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And I, infinitesimal being, |
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drunk with the great starry |
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void, |
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likeness, image of |
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mystery, |
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felt myself a pure part |
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of the abyss, |
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I wheeled with the stars, |
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my heart broke loose on the wind. |