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There are cemeteries that are lonely	A
graves full of bones that do not make a sound	B
the heart moving through a tunnel	C
in it darkness darkness darkness	D
like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves	E
as though we were drowning inside our hearts	F
as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul	G
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And there are corpses	H
feet made of cold and sticky clay	I
death is inside the bones	J
like a barking where there are no dogs	K
coming out from bells somewhere from graves somewhere	L
growing in the damp air like tears of rain	M
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Sometimes I see alone	N
coffins under sail	O
embarking with the pale dead with women that have dead hair	L
with bakers who are as white as angels	P
and pensive young girls married to notary publics	Q
caskets sailing up the vertical river of the dead	R
the river of dark purple	C
moving upstream with sails filled out by the sound of death	S
filled by the sound of death which is silence	T
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Death arrives among all that sound	B
like a shoe with no foot in it like a suit with no man in it	U
comes and knocks using a ring with no stone in it with no	V
finger in it	U
comes and shouts with no mouth with no tongue with no	V
throat	W
Nevertheless its steps can be heard	X
and its clothing makes a hushed sound like a tree	A
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I'm not sure I understand only a little I can hardly see	A
but it seems to me that its singing has the color of damp violets	Y
of violets that are at home in the earth	Z
because the face of death is green	A2
and the look death gives is green	A2
with the penetrating dampness of a violet leaf	B2
and the somber color of embittered winter	C2
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But death also goes through the world dressed as a broom	D2
lapping the floor looking for dead bodies	E2
death is inside the broom	D2
the broom is the tongue of death looking for corpses	H
it is the needle of death looking for thread	R
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Death is inside the folding cots	F2
it spends its life sleeping on the slow mattresses	H
in the black blankets and suddenly breathes out	G2
it blows out a mournful sound that swells the sheets	H2
and the beds go sailing toward a port	I2
where death is waiting dressed like an admiral	C
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Translated by Robert Bly	J2

Pablo Neruda

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