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JOB 18:2

When will you ever have done with words?
We are asked that
in the Book of Job
by God—or his scribe.

                              And we go on refining, wearing out
                              a language, already dried-up;

tests
—technologically unsound—
                              to make water gush
                              from the desert.

autógrafo

José Emilio Pacheco
Translated by George McWhirter


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