I bring with me-
(remember, I have lived) harder and harder,
complete and impossible-
a beautiful planet.
For my light, somewhere
in this room, I give
my eyes to science, all
exiled, dreaming, secret
and finished- a perpetual infant.
I understand
(one brief,necessary moment) the mind,
the land, this steaming
island- as if I, once
belonged here.
I leave (
a graceful addiction to this world) unspoken words,
the language of my prayers-
who remembered in springtime,
the first steps in snow?
*I bring with me
a beautiful planet,
for my light, somewhere
and finished- a perpetual infant,
I understand, as if
I once belonged here-
I leave the first steps
in snow.
(Vergil,Aeneid)
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