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Where am I from, I sometimes ask myself, where in the devil

Do I come from, what day’s today, what’s happening,

A roar, amid the dream, the tree, the night,

And a wave, rising like an eyelid, begets

A day, a flash with a jaguar’s snout.

—Pablo Neruda

from “The Magellanic Heart”

(translated by Jack Schmitt)