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Once I reveled in a destiny
like no other joy I'd known:
when the warden reading
my death sentence wept.
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I grow a white rose
In July just as in January
For the sincere friend
Who gives me his frank hand.
And for the cruel man who pulls out of me
the heart with which I live,
I grow neither nettles nor thorns:
I grow a white rose.
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I come from all places
and to all places I go:
I am art among the arts
and mountain among mountains.
I know the strange names
of flowers and herbs
and of fatal deceptions
and magnificent griefs.
In night's darkness I've seen
raining down on my head
pure flames, flashing rays
of beauty divine.
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I know that when the world
surrenders, pallid, to repose,
the murmur of a tranquil stream
through the deep silence flows.
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My poems please the brave:
My poems, short and sincere,
Have the force of steel
Which forges swords.
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Wings I saw springing
from fair women's shoulders,
and from beneath rubble
I've seen butterflies flutter.
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