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Crack of imminence in the heart,
while the foot of hope
dances its blue dance,
in love with its own shadow.
There is an expectant hymn
that cannot begin
as long as the dance has not finished
its cultivation of time.
It is a hymn backward,
and inverted imminence,
the last thread to tie the fountain
before its flow carries it away.
There are songs that sing,
there are others that are silent,
the deepest of all go backward
from the first letter.
- Roberto Juarroz, tr. by S.W. Merwin
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happy new 2014! remember, "the best is yet to come"