The Echo of Words |
Their words are like the sea,
abundant is its water,
but it does not quench the thirst. |
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I collected all the woods
that do not catch fire,
and threw them behind my back.
I looked back at them;
they seemed small and far.
I looked ahead;
the road was long..
and empty! |
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I lit candles for the blind,
and sprinkled grains
for the birds that perched
on my land.
They flew
without singing to the spring. |
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Nothing equals a poet's solitude in
the night.
O night! Your darkness is purer
than the darkness of their hearts;
your silence is nobler than the
silence
of their schemes and their plots. |
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In the crowd, I see the fragility of
words,
the falsehood of pretence,
and the darkness of bad intentions. |
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What do I need all these lights for
when a poem is being written in the
heart? |
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From afar, I see a swamp in whose
darkness
swim those who think themselves
swimmers.
I walk to the sea;
I step on its water,
moving away,
smiling,
tranquil. |
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From afar, I tilted my head up
to see them.
When I got closer,
I tilted my head down
to see them. |
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