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Conversations (IX) — to duende (via Lorca)

Conversations (IX) — to duende (via Lorca)

The bed of the earth extends to the ends
Of sheet-swept seas.The reasonings

Of mountains the resting place
For flocks of wishes in the empty trees,

The hollowness of hope their strength
To rise for nights of countless flight.

A rolling vessel rested in a calm, went on
Along the pale compass of your wrist.

It was never lie or lay.
There was never one direction.