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118. THE SELF-GIVEN
118. THE SELF-GIVEN
118. THE SELF-GIVEN Humming with her sandals The infidences of the gravel of the roads And the chirps of the celebration in the desert And the perpetual farewell to the horizon aquamarine Towards its purple opaline, Towards her garnet shrouds, Or towards the diamond chinks From the sparkling Symphony of the spheres. Behind the stars and their cuts And the enameled cracks Of undaunted gorges, With his sandals of basalt and rock. Further behind the olive groves And from the cliffs and the banks of Eden Back far behind With his sandals of mist and snowy crater. Always walking away he came Jumping through the fences.
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Sharpened by the tips of your fingers, Came Transfiguring with the brambles and the sun The hermit lineages of the cobwebs. And the rays spear Of stunned Omens:
In blinded and lavish screams; In the caverns of the iceberg and behind the bars; On those outlawed islands; In the Atlantean fading; In panic looking at the scaffold.
