Today, I woke up and blindfolded, still,
I could not feel the beating of my pulse.
It was very dark yet
and only the singing of a solitary
...
I wanted to write a poem in red
with all the qualities that red has:
...
But we can't
avoid the dew
when evening falls-
thought is like a landing.
...
I' ve just shown to someone
a poem
I've recently written.
Someone said to me:
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The Swedish Academy
awarded a Nobel Prize
to a Swedish poet, already old, speechless,
who was paralyzed on the right side
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Poets are always at war
Poets are always at war
Poets with a shot in their legs, sequels
And I... Master of my own failed verses
...
Poetry is a fallen monarch
poor begotten
wandering in the streets
in her wretched rags
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