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Night: tranquil lake
where my life makes a lie
of its eternity as it copies
its fugitive day with immensity;
where my heart, among the stars
is copying too
as the copy
—near and impossible—
of a blooming almomd tree
on the waters of a pond!

—Night, perennial friend without the envy
and jealousy of anyone in the day!—

Night, divine mirror
where the body sees its soul; the same
deep redemption of the whole man; eternal
liar, never, never
unfaithful to your lie
of justice and beauty!