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María Clara Salas
Born 1947 in Caracas. Lives in Catia on the coast and teaches at the Open University in Caracas. Books of poetry: Dibujos de la Sombra, 1977; Linos, 1988; Un Tiempo Más Bajo los Arboles, 1991; Cantábrico, 2003. The sense of moral self-responsibility, can be found in her work, she believes ("the critics say it's an anachronism") that "the source of poetry is the fullness of life - the harmony of the cosmos - above evil and want". |
SPIDER very often it knows it won't fall space in its web gets bigger and bigger and my head swings in the air
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THE HOUR THAT SHOULD HAVE BROUGHT YOU the hour is coming empty-handed it's coming in the night the hour that should have brought you
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DUST star dust reaches us yet before we make any move faithful to law we force our way into shadows we lose our lives a thousand times
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HILLS time turns in its prison how can believers fly from their home ground it's hard to imagine hills greener than these the earth is beginning to heat up falling suddenly
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