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Pablo Neruda

Oh, the land
of nights
we have never lived:
meadows where
we were a flicker
of movement on the road,
something running,
running,
through the shadow …

— Pablo NerudaPablo Neruda, from “Ode to a Sleeping House,” Selected Odes of Pablo Neruda (California Press, 1990)

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