May 14, 2006
When the years pass, when the years
Pass and the air has dug a moat
Between your soul and mine; when the years pass
And I am only a man who loved, a being who tarried
One instant at your lips,
A poor man weary of walking the gardens,
Where will you be? where
Will you be, oh daughter of my kisses!
-- Nicanor Parra, trans. Denise Levertov (from Poemas y Antipoemas, 1954)
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