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The Dance (SIlence)
Elias Letelier

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I enter the occult liturgy of the cell,

discover the fire, in the night,

with my little rebel eyelid.


Upon the table, in the basements,

life is a conflagration:

everyone drinks the same sweat

and goes out walking without their shadows.


There is blood on that table,

a kiss made merchandise,

a mourned bread and broken wings:

everyone is behind the same song,

humming, as if witnessing a birth.




Silence. Montreal: The Muses Co., 1992

ISBN 0-919754-41-4 & ISBN 0-919754-40-6

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