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Scarcely with my reason, with my fingers,
with slow waters slow inundated,
I fall into the realm of forget-me-nots,
into a tenacious atmosphere of mourning,
into a forgotten, decayed room,
into a cluster of bitter clover.

          from Entrance to Wood, 
Pablo Neruda;  translation Donald D. Walsh
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