Your Riches — taught me — Poverty.

Myself — a Millionaire

In little Wealths, as Girls could boast

Till broad as Buenos Ayre —


You drifted your Dominions —

A Different Peru —

And I esteemed All...

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Your thoughts don't have words every day

They come a single time

Like signal esoteric sips

Of the communion Wine

Which while you taste so native seems

So easy so to be

You cannot comprehend its price...

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I.

Your love has penetrated all within me

Like honey plunged into water,

Like an odor which penetrates spices,

As when one mixes juice in...

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