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thanksgiving poem

un pequeño melocotón en la huerta creció
cuando miraba en sus ojos
como águilas en colmo ascendente
contra la llama verde del espino-a'rbol
déme
he visto las estrellas más orgullosas
no permanezca no más
naranjas de desplume nubian azul-negras
como va un hombre desnudo yo
para estos brazos blancos sobre mi cuello
oscilado en la horquilla del profundo
es verdad que usted dice que los dioses son más uso a usted que hadas

 



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