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More than anything in the world
I love these evenings when we’re together,
the quiet evenings in summer, the sky still light at this hour.

So Penelope took the hand of Odysseus,
not to hold him back but to impress
this peace on his memory:

from this point on, the silence through which you move
is my voice pursuing you.

For ten years I was happy.
You were there; in a sense,
you were always with me, the house, the garden
constantly lit,
not with light as we have in the sky
but with those emblems of light
which are more powerful, being
implicitly some earthly
thing transformed—

relectura pq le he enseñao dos (2) unidades de poemas a carlos y yo no puedo ni pensar en este libro sin que me den ganas de releermelo entero 😭🙏🏼

if i was still slow rolling out of my poetry slump with cured me officially