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Itâs not with a loverâs lyre, not at all.
That I go around, attracting a crowd.
Itâs the rattle with which lepers crawl
That in my hands keeps singing aloud.
Where nothing Is needed, I walk like a child,
My shadow serves as the friend I crave.
The wind breezes out of a grove gone wild,
And my foot is on the edge of the grave.
[1964]
All that I am hangs by a thread tonight
as I wait for her whom no one can command
Whatever I cherish mostâyouth, freedom, gloryâ
fades before her who bears the flute
in her hand.
And look! she comesâ¦she tosses back her veil,
staring me down. serene and pitiless.
âAre you the one,â I ask, âwhom Dante heard
dictate the lines of his Inferno?â
She answers: âYes.â
[1924]
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