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SEEKING, FINDING
My eyes are open,
but I cannot see you,
you're inside the fog.
Fog:
I cannot see through it,
push it away with my hand
kill it with my love.
Fog.
Why peer into it?
My will is useless against it.
My eyes are closed.
I cannot see you, but now I feel you,
now I have you. You are
mine, I am at your side:
you are inside the fog.
Pedro Salinas, 1929
English Translation by David Lee Garrison