Màrius Sampere Biography

Every heart is a minute that lasts
as long as a lifetime; every life,
a heart that beats during one brief minute.
That's how we drink up the years: just one gulp
of milk, the first one. The others were spilt.
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How I enjoy writing in a language
they say is dying.
What a feeling of peace and relief
to carry it down to the source of springs,
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Today's date, the moment takes us by surprise,
The preacher announces
That everything has yet to be done.
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I would like to write
the kindest and plainest lines,
like blameless poets know how to,
avoiding excesses, dissonance,
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I came out of an old drawer
full of rags, little washcloths mother
used to use to dry her tender marble thighs soaked in blood and lymph.
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