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About This Poem
Anticipation
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Today I have the strength
to succumb again
beneath the slow motion
of this stubborn pendulum
dark is the walk, and bright, and dark again...
Shades of obscure nature
and unrelated origin
pursue those distant sun rays
far away
and far from happiness
Their constancy disturbs
coming and going, undecided
intermittent, on and off and on...
You could think that they're clouds
in the high air
or on the fresh pasture
among the fallen leaves
hushing
and always in conglomeration
and always falling
I can face the decline
the autumn and the twilight
of a life now
without promiscuous love, still red
a venerable touch, young again
The safe taking, the perfect giving
I can face it
A life without every virtue, without every sin
Perhaps, not only water goes to the ocean
Perhaps, we never understood some ancient words
Today, I grab my death
its anticipation
to palpate it, to smell it, to digest it
long before the definitive dark
the moment when the soft sleep
turns into odor, an effluvion
from an unfulfilled soul
or what 's left
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