Poemas a la muerte
Poemas a la muerte Empty my Heart, of Thee —
Its single Artery —
Begin, and leave Thee out —
Simply Extinction’s Date —
Much Billow hath the Sea —
One Baltic – They —
Subtract Thyself, in play,
And not enough of me
Is left — to put away —
«Myself» meanth Thee —
Erase the Root — no Tree —
Thee — then — no me —
The Heavens stripped —
Eternity’s vast pocket, picked
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