A clay of words buzzes under my shaping palm.
The oozing of the nights has caused my mouth to cry.
But I shall into sounds capture the chiming time,
And shape for it a jail where shall be caught its flight.
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This could be an allegory of poetry which allows to retain in words fugitive impressions, thoughts and events. This process is beyond the poet’s control and creates another (twin) world, not a mere imitation of the existing one. (comment by the translator)