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How many things alike! The
rider and the plain,
The tradition of swords, silver and mahogany,
The pious benzoin scenting the alcove
And this Latin come to less, Spanish.
How many things distinct! A mythology
Of blood the deep dark gods interknit,
The nopal that gives the desert horror
And the love of a shade anterior to day.
How many things eternal! The yard that fills
With slow slight moonlight no-one sees, the faded
Violet betwixt forgotten Nájera's pages,
The shock of waves returning to the sand.
The man who settles into his last bed
To wait for death. He wants to have it, all.