New Poems: XIII
the thick door face
of the water that falls
the last
crying
who detains me in
the question
and strikes the blow?
with death one has
a black lapel
the wind is the same
the table is set
like a table.
{ Reynaldo Pérez Só, Nuevos poemas, Valencia: Universidad de Carabobo, 1975 }
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