Writing poetry, we live among the wild beasts, and when we touch a man, the stuff of someone … - Pablo Neruda

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Our desire must be like a slow and stately ship, sailing across endless oceans, never in search of safe anchorage. Then suddenly, unexpectedly, it will find mooring for a moment.

Pablo Neruda

Writing poetry, we live among the wild beasts, and when we touch a man, the stuff of someone in whom we believed, and he goes to pieces like a rotten pie, you. . . gather together whatever can be salvaged, while I cup my hands around the live coal of life.

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