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The poetry of hands, 38

PoetryofboysThe poetry of boys / August 2010

“I need big hands
to help me
change the profile of planets;
the traveler requires
triangular stars;
constellations like dice
cut into squares by the cold;
hands that distill
hidden rivers in Antofagasta
and restore to the water
what its avarice lost in the desert”

~ an excerpt from The Gift by Pablo Neruda



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