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The Night in Isla Negra

The Night in Isla Negra

like a languid fruit.
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nobody knows the name
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of the harsh light that keeps slowly opening
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and sky and shadow erupt
The Night in Isla Negra
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swept clean by the mass of night,
beat at the walls of my house.
bloodstained in its sea-washed crater.