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<strong>Poetry</strong>And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived
in seare. I dont know, I dont >?９９lｉb.</a>know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I dont kno<cite>..</cite>w how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
I did not know what to say, my mouth
had no way
with names,
my eyes were blind,
and something started in my soul,
fever or fotten wings,
and I made my own way,
deciphering
that fire,
and I >９9liｂ.</samp>rote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open,
plas,
palpitating plantations,
shadow perforated,
riddled
with arrows, fire and flowers,
the winding night, the universe.
And I, infinitesimal being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, imag<var>9９ｌiｂ?</var>e of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,<bdo>.</bdo>
my heart broke loose on the wind.
<strong>Pablo Neruda</strong>
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