Moon: it is no use flying anyway,
so you go up in a flame of scattered opals:
maybe you are my heart, who is like a gypsy,
who loafs in the sky, shedding poems like tears! …—James Wright, last strophe of “A Divine Falling of Leaves” (from the Spanish of César Vallejo), from Collected Poems (Wesleyan University Press, 1971)
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