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51 The Real Beso A glass made of water and full of water. —Roberto Juarroz I study Beso from the porch, pencil and paper ready, while he follows his nose. I set my chessmen on the ocean replacing each one as it sinks. I have many. Beso exhales steam in the pasture— maybe he’ll let me warm my fingers in a cloud. 52 Hajj to Beso Beso has no pilgrimage to complete himself. The sun makes its hajj to Beso and circles him, circles him with brothers, sisters, and the moon. ...

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