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x "There is no clear light,
no clear shadow, in remembering.
…
I’m here now, and I’m also the man I was,
both at the same time.

Perhaps that’s it, the real mystery."
— Pablo Neruda, from “There Is No Clear Light” (translated by A. Reid), in The Essential Neruda
21st January 2012
Tags: poetry, lit, Pablo Neruda, There Is No Clear Light, thoughts that breathe,

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