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raised mad or sacred books.

blind parable, suddenly were fecundity, granary.

THE LETTERS BEGOT THE TERRESTRIAL STARS AND THE SONG, THE ARDENT HYMN THAT UNITES PEOPLES

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THE LETTER WAS THE MOTHER OF THE NEW BANNERS

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forest and the heavens of the Black Isle, in the night.

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sailing typography.

in the roots are filled with letters twisted by the dampness of the

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ages, song, memories, revolt,

reads,

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spacious nave of books, at the

In everything, in the wake of the worm, one reads, in the rose, one

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all the secret humus of the

found as jungle or dictionary covers me with its totality of red language.

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the passing or permanent wind

and the new words, the truths and the explorations.

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battle drum, arrived at the

emeralds write your name with the fresh initials of dew. My love your hair pro-

ter its essential gardening, when you read the old

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like a deck of cards;

In the leaves of the young springtime sparkles the diamantine alphabet;

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ters, messages, words, and

Love I love the letters of your hair, the U of your glance, the S of your figure.

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written on leather as on

my song. But, when writing unfolds its roses, and the let-

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wisdom over the printer’s word

in the orange shaped P.

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troubadours of memory faintly

scarlet letter of summer: they are the exact flowers of

in the E echeloned to climb to heaven in the Z with its thunderbolt face,

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hammers of language.

suddenly the slowness of

ters, and Villon and Berceo,

until I decipher the buried punctuation the poppy and the

shudder of the dying sage?), in the lily multiplied of the V of victory,

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There they were shaped like teeth, nails, metallic

lated treasure; spreading

tion, roads, buildings of let-

AND THE MINER READ THE HARD AND CLANDESTINE LEAFLET, HID IT IN THE FOLDS OF THE SECRET HEART AND ABOVE, ON EARTH, HE WAS DIFFERENT AND DIFFERENT WAS HIS WORD.

the hidden letters elevate the unceasing springtime

Quevedo, (how can my poetry pass before that letter and not feel the ancient

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From medieval hands to your eyes advanced this N,

loves; extending the accumu-

retort of the letter O, in the fresh flower vase of the Greek Y, in the Q of

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scarlet in the snow; punctua-

I read your forehead, I read your hair and in the jasmine

But typography, let me celebrate you in the purity of your pure profiles, in the

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gifts, their history, their

dove-shaped that flew, letters

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looked at men seeking their

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where live entwined the provincial initial of your name and the reef of my surnames.

outlet. The hearts, the eyes of men became filled with let-

the ships, the faces and the hands, I read your heart

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sail, navigates the cursive curving the alphabet: the

green, the sandy typography of the rustic earth, I read

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Venice, in whose mother waters, like a leaning

the alphabet illuminating the

all the adventures and in the grass I read, read the

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ldine characters firm as the marine stature of

the celestial solitudes of heaven, as in a book I read

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ters that liberated, letters

BUT LIFE, PEACE FOR THE SOLDIER; IT WENT DOWN TO THE SOLITUDES OF THE MINE

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awakened and climbed, let-

I read, read in the night of austral Chile, lost in

a th l ig ou ee ik h en y, gh e l ce t on a I . f am ce pi lo or on mo t t ly re ov he on un er a po it he e w e et ho d w an ag av or ai es d d yo ns of ers t u t ar th la ng ype e e , th no ua an g c e e t fl ur or d r ow na a de er l ri ise wi y s n pl ng g th w ay e of in ds m, of my fo re st an r d e as t ry f on oa he , , on m s th ai , e li sh e w a mo ng do ho ve , s w me pe an ets nt rf d fo o of ra st r a t th th in rs e g e i li ch co n no es mp th ty os e s pi b i bi o n st sh g. ok : op an s d

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ciphers of the anchor.

The paper’s eyes, which

and conquered, letters that

lower case stars and exclamations of frozen diamond;

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to a sea of people with all

this double 8, this J this R of regal and rain.

water, in Flanders, in the North of the canals,

diaphanous with beauty unfurled, with capital and

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form of a swollen river, rushing

the profile of writing.

cast in the minute steel of the printshop by the

like curved flowers.

I read, read in the cold firmament of the coast, intense

letters letters that sailed

foot of thought taking the

air of the oceanic discovers bent down forever

the white rectangle of Geometry; Elzevirian vowels

the vowels, the consonants

traveled and kindled,

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complete letters, lean as greyhounds, subject to

alive, the alphabet burning,

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YET THE LETTER WAS NOT BEAUTY ALONE

filled with confusion and turbulence; algebraic Bodoni,

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whiteness, a petal or a starry

Letters long, severe, vertical, made of pure line, erect like a ship’s mast in the middle of the page

PABLO NERUDA

a small black statue on the

pyramids the letter was

etters, letters that

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ODE TO TYPOGRAPHY

hey beat each letter, erected it,

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eneath the newly written

FROM ONE LETTER ADDED TO ANOTHER LETTER AND ANOTHER, FROM PEOPLE TO PEOPLE WENT BEARING ITS SONOROUS AUTHORITY, AND WELLING IN THE THROATS OF MEN IT IMPOSED THE CLARITY OF THE SONG.

I love you, and in you I gather not only thought and combat, but your dress, senses, and sounds:

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Ode to Typography  

written by P. Neruda

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