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Mark Strand

And I, tiny being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
felt myself a pure part
of the abyss.
I wheeled with the stars.
My heart broke loose with the wind

— Mark Strand, from “Pablo Neruda and his passions,” The New Yorker (September 8, 2003)

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