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THE DARKER PART OF THE PATH

I went down to the garden very early
and, like lance-points, the stars were marking
the distant and exact siege of forgetting.
When I went out into the chill beneath the trees,
a fox, when it saw me, stopped
on the shadowy lawn.
The two of us without moving
for a few moments stood staring at each other
and then, without haste, it went off
towards the darker part of the path.
I saw in its eyes the mystery in my own
and I think that at another time as well,
crossing a lawn one night,
I entered another garden where I surprised
with my glance another pair of eyes.
Something is being sought after. For all I know,
nothing but dignity.
That of life while it goes off gradually
towards the darker part of the path.

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