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You dead of single abyss, shadows of one ravine, the deepest, thus on a scale with your greatness there came the true, the most consuming death and from the drilled-out rocks, from the red-topped columns, from the laddered aqueducts you…

Then on the ladder of the earth I climbed through the lost jungle’s tortured thicket up to you, Macchu Picchu. High city of laddered stones, at last the dwelling of what earth never covered in vestments of sleep. In you…

Solemn death it was not you, iron-plumed bird, that the poor successor to those dwellings carried among gulps of food, under his empty skin: something it was, a spent petal of worn-out tope, a shred of heart that fell short…

The mightiest death invited me many times: like invisible salt in the waves it was, and what its invisible savor disseminated was half like sinking and half like height or huge structures of wind and glacier. I came to the…

Lives like maize were threshed in the bottomless granary of wasted deeds, of shabby incidents, from one to sevenfold, even to eight, and not one death but many deaths came each man’s way: each day a petty death, dust, worm,…

While flower to flower gives up the high seed and rock keeps its flower sown in a beaten coat of diamond and sand, man crumples the peal of light he picks in the deep-set springs of the sea and drills…

From the air to the air, like an empty net, I went on through streets and thin air, arriving and leaving behind, at autumn’s advent, the coin handed out in the leaves, and between spring and ripe grain, the fullness…

We are the clumsy passersby, we push past each other with elbows, with feet, with trousers, with suitcases, we get off the train, the jet plane, the ship, we step down in our wrinkled suits and sinister hats. We are…

With my little terrestrial bird, my rustic earthen jug, I break out singing the guitar’s rain: alleged autumn arrives like a load of firewood, decanting the aroma that flew through the mountains, and grape by grape my kisses were joined…

Hands shading eyes, I follow the high flight: honoring heaven, the bird traverses the transparency, without soiling the day. Winging westward, it climbs each step up to the naked blue: the entire sky is its tower, and the world is…