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Burning Autumn Leaves [a poem in Spanish and English]
Burning Autumn Leaves My long steel pointed rake punctured But every leaf that now appears, in autumn This tiredness of mine will never go away, I fear #771 7/24/05 In Spanish Hojas ardientes de otoño (Los años de 1950 en St. Paúl. Minnesota) Mi rastrillo de acero largo y puntiagudo pinchó Pero cada hoja que ahora aparece, en otoño para rastrillar esas colinas; bichos (hojas) Este cansancio mío no se irá jamás, yo temo que encontrar #771 7/24/05 Poet Dennis Siluk http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
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