"Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone ..." William Wordsworth

19 April 2017


Salzwedel, Reflection, 2010

Mineral cacti,
quicksilver lizards in the adobe walls,
the bird that punctures space,
thirst, tedium, clouds of dust,
impalpable epiphanies of wind.
The pines taught me to talk to myself.
In that garden I learned to send myself off.
Later there were no gardens.

Octavio Paz

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