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17 February 2014

A poem from an Argentine

The Story of My Death
By Leopoldo Lugones 
(trans Ilan Stavans)

I dreamed of death and it was quite simple:
A silk thread enwrapped me,
And each kiss of yours
With a turn unraveled me.
And each of your kisses
Was a day;
And the time between two kisses,
A night.  Death is quite simple.
And little by little the fatal thread
Unwrapped itself.  I no longer controlled it
But for a single bit between my fingers...
Then, suddenly, you became cold,
And no longer kissed me...
I let the thread go, and my life vanished.

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