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José Ángel Valente

Night falls.         The heart descendsinfinite steps, enormous galleries,only to find sorrow.There it rests, thereit lies; there, defeated,lies its own being. — José Ángel Valente, from “Night falls,” Landscape with Yellow Birds. (Archipelago, 2013) (transl. Tom Christensen)

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