In my body you search the mountain
for the sun buried in its forest.
In your body I search for the boat
adrift in the middle of the night.
–Octavio Paz, “Counterparts”
Farewell, but you will be
with me, you will go within
a drop of blood circulating in my veins
or outside, a kiss that burns my face
or a belt of fire at my waist.
–Pablo Neruda, “Letter on the Road”
I’ll tell you the greatest regret of my life: I let my love go.
–Jason Robards, in Magnolia
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