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sábado, setembro 13, 2003
Self-Analysis
The poet is a forger who
Forges so completely that
He forges even the feeling
He feels truly as pain
And those who read his poems
Feel absolutely, not his two
Separate pains, but only the
Pain that they do not feel
And thus, diverting the
Understanding, the wind-up
Train we call the heart
Runs along its track.
—George Monteir (tradutor)
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