(7 April 1889 – 10 January 1957 / Vicuna)

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Dusk

I feel my heart melting
in the mildness like candles:
my veins are slow oil
and not wine,
and I feel my life fleeing
hushed and gentle like the gazelle.

Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010


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