in me, nothing is extinguished or forgotten’

Pablo Neruda, ‘If you forget me’, 1952

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the desolate muse
the rubbed heart
all given space
in time

what has lapsed?
endured?
a mirage in the slender grasp of sight
a totem of history
an absolute

tonight
in the moist air
a trembled kiss
a troubled thought dismissed
a fierce dignity
freed from longing

tonight
bats swarm the sky
in dragon formation

their eternity
unearthly
is mine also

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