"THE EARTH AND DEATH. You too are a hill/ and a path of stones/ and a game in the reeds,/ and you know the vineyard/ that is silent at night./ You do not say words./ There is a land that is silent/ and is not your land./ There is a silence that lasts/ on the plants and on the hills./ There are waters and fields./ You are a closed silence/ that does not yield, you are lips/ and dark eyes. You are the vineyard./ It is a land that waits/ and does not say a word./ Days have passed/ under burning skies./ You have played with the clouds./ It is a bad land/ your forehead knows it./ This too is the vineyard./ You will find the clouds again/ and the reeds, and the voices/ like a shadow of the moon./ You will find words/ beyond the short and nocturnal life of games,/ beyond the burning childhood./ It will be sweet to be silent./ You are the earth and the vineyard./ A burning silence/ will burn the countryside/ like bonfires in the evening."
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