Daniel Samoilovich Biography

Accustomed to the rustle of their leaves,
To the flutter of bird wings
The beak that drills the bark
In search of a grub,
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Standing still in the afternoon
In the air among tall roses
Requires precision, concentration:
The humming bird also tires.
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when I write
somebody writes from within the page,
their pencil point against mine.
I would like to know what the other thinks.
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Memory thought of as rain
and rain like a magnifying glass
over the small print of the landscape.
Or the murmur of verse, maybe, spoken
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"There you have, for example, the tamarisc,
of no use at all, brought by
some fool, who knows
thinking what, not even good for wood."
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