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79 S.O.S. Who could ever catch you by the tail magicghostfogpoetry. Who could ever catch you by the tail make love to you just once and then forget about this craze. —Juan Gelman . . . since my poetry has never had a tail, tell me, Juan, how should I catch it now? Since it was just a mouth, its gums opening to the tumult of the wave. Since it was a round eye keeping watch for its school, a handful of scales trained to shepherd the body away from hooks. Give me Claribel of Thresholds— your ageless recipe against the drying up of poetry. And you must tell me, Maria, how to lift the night-cloth off the fishbowl. . . . Since it never had a tail, since it’s only been a reflection of a shout of the people, a mirror which moved against the current avoiding like hell the precious nets of the heroic epic. ...

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