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There are lone cemeteries	A
tombs full of soundless bones	B
the heart threading a tunnel	C
a dark dark tunnel	C
like a wreck we die to the very core	D
as if drowning at the heart	E
or collapsing inwards from skin to soul	F
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There are corpses	G
clammy slabs for feet	H
there is death in the bones	B
like a pure sound	I
a bark without its dog	J
out of certain bells certain tombs	K
swelling in this humidity like lament or rain	L
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I see when alone at times	M
coffins under sail	N
setting out with the pale dead women in their dead braids	O
bakers as white as angels	P
thoughtful girls married to notaries	P
coffins ascending the vertical river of the dead	Q
the wine dark river to its source	P
with their sails swollen with the sound of death	R
filled with the silent noise of death	R
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Death is drawn to sound	I
like a slipper without a foot a suit without its wearer	S
comes to knock with a ring stoneless and fingerless	P
comes to shout without a mouth a tongue without a throat	T
Nevertheless its footsteps sound	I
and its clothes echo hushed like a tree	U
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I do not know I am ignorant I hardly see	U
but it seems to me that its song has the colour of wet violets	P
violets well used to the earth	V
since the face of death is green	W
and the gaze of death green	W
with the etched moisture of a violet's leaf	X
and its grave colour of exasperated winter	S
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But death goes about the earth also riding a broom	Y
lapping the ground in search of the dead	Q
death is in the broom	Y
it is the tongue of death looking for the dead	Q
the needle of death looking for the thread	Q
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Death lies in our beds	P
in the lazy mattresses the black blankets	P
lives a full stretch and then suddenly blows	P
blows sound unknown filling out the sheets	P
and there are beds sailing into a harbour	S
where death is waiting dressed as an admiral	C

Pablo Neruda

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