Some Beasts
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a clatter of armour, opaque
burn in his head.
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Some Beasts
in the sleep of the bog,
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lunging in verdure;
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snouts moving out of the slime,
the llama of scrupulous eye
the puma speeds to his covert
in the blaze of his hungers,
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cobbling his feet into gold;
his eyeballs, a jungle of alcohol,
he topples a pollen-fall,
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of the butterfly, wings on the Muzo.
a thread of insatiable lusts
with his phosphorous absence,
Pablo Neruda
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a tongue like a javelin
It was the twilight of the iguana:
the guanaco, oxygen-fine
in the high places swarthed with distances,
on the margins of morning: