The Chilean poet has been dead since and every book that I read of his, I lament my sad refrain. Why you might ask? Simply put, his observation about the world. Simple, honest, words magnified by his powerful poetic manner.
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De los que van desde la vida rotas las manos doloridas en todas las zarzas ajenas; de los que en estas lloras quietas no tienen madres ni poetas para la pena. Porque la frente en esta hora se dobla y la mirada llora saltando dolores y muros en esta hora en que las lilas sacuden sus hojas tranquilas para botar cl polvo impuro. La carne pasa, tu vida queda toda en mi verso de sangre o de seda. Eres gusano que labra y opera; para ti crecen las verdes moreras.