Seven Poems

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1.nEspecially in weepingnthe soul revealsnits presencenand through secret pressurenchanges sorrow into water.nThe first budding of the spiritnis in the tear,nthis slow and transparent word.nThen following this elemental alchemynthought turns itself into substancenas real as a stone or an arm.nAnd there is nothing uneasy in the . . .

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