From "The Well" Pablo Nerudo
Darling, you will not find
in the well into which you fall
what I keep for you on the heights:
a bouquet of dewy jasmines...
Do not fear me, do not fall
into your rancor again.
Shake off my word that came to wound you
and let it fly through the open window.
It will return to wound me
without your guiding it
since it was laden with a harsh instant
and that instant will be disarmed in my breast.
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