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The exile (1977)
Someone takes the paths of
and doesn't know his king, at Troy
someone thinks of inherited land
a new plow and his son
and is mainly happy.
In the confines of the earth I, Ulysses,
went down to the House of Hell
and saw the shade of Theban Teirisias
undoing snake love
and Herakles' shade
killing shades of lions in the fields
yet alive on Olumpos.
Someone walks by Bolívar and Chile
happy or not.
I wish I might be he.