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发帖数: 791 | 1 "Absence of Joaquin", by Pablo Neruda
From now on, like a departure seen from a distance,
in funereal positions of smoke or solitary embankments,
from now on I see him hurling into his death
and behind him, I hear the days of time closing.
From now on, with a jolt, I see him going,
rushing on in the waters, in certain waters, in one particular ocean,
and then, when he strikes, drops rise, and a noise,
a resolute muffled noise, I hear it forming,
a stroke of water lashed by his weight,
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