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        ?

        I reply, this.

        You say, ing for in its transparent

        bell?    is it ing for?

        I tell you it is ing for time, like you.

        You ask me wis alga s arms?

        Study, study it, at a certain ain sea I know.

        You question me about tusk of the narwhal,

        and I reply by describing

        dies.

        You enquire about thers,

        ides?

        Or youve found in tion toug on

        tal arcecture

        of t to me now?

        You    to uand triature of the o

        spines?

        talactite t breaks as it walks?

        tretc

        in ter?

        I    to tell you t life in its

        jewel boxes

        is endless as to t, pure,

        and among time he

        petal

        and us knot, letting its musical threads fall

        from a y made of infiher-of-pearl.

        I am not ty    which has gone on ahead

        of hose darknesses,

        of fingers aced tle, longitudes

        on timid globe of an e.

        I igating

        tar,

        and in my , during t, I woke up naked,

        t, a fisrapped ihe wind.

        translated by Robert Bly
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