"The Right Thing Happens to the happy man" Theodore Roethke,
To my sister.
Presérvate pain, flee your eco
more somber, fragile voice sister
petal beaten by winds of the past.
Ara with green song that you are,
seeding your useless pity
words flourishing farm.
Confúndete by the sweat of creation,
takes to the days of thy life without asking forgiveness.
Be ox-looking world
through the eye of poetry.
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