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LOOK AT ME FROM THE DEPTHS OF THE EARTH,
TILLER OF FIELDS, WEAVER, RETICENT SHEPHERD,
GROOM OF TOTEMIC GUANACOS,
MASON HIGH ON YOUR TREACHEROUS SCAFFOLDING,
WATER-BEARER OF ANDEAN TEARS,
JEWELER WITH CRUSHED FINGERS,
FARMER ANXIOUS AMONG HIS SEEDLINGS
POTTER WASTED IN HIS CLAYS
ARISE AND BE REBORN WITH ME, BROTHER.
Pablo Neruda,
(fragment).
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