The words...
The words choose you for their sarabands (or their autos da fé).
In Poetry –we know– the “medium” is entirely subject to the dictates and whims of the Word.
Even in everyday life –who hasn’t felt himself dragged to where he would not have dared or foreseen? We would go too far nonetheless were we to confuse Poetry with Fate –the half-heard Word (at times incarnate) with resemblances of Destiny.
{ Emilio Adolfo Westphalen, Ha vuelto la Diosa Ambarina, Lima: Jaime Campodónico/Editor, 1989 }
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