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B.
HN speaks: “After so many years of pursuing the ideal I came home.
But I had caught sight of it.
You see it sometimes in the blue-silver wake Of island schooners, bound for Anegada, say.
And it takes other forms.
I saw it flickering once In torches by the railroad tracks in Medellín.
When I was very young I thought that love would come And seize and take me south and I would see the rose;
And that all ambiguities we knew would merge Like orchids on a word.
Say this:
I sought the immortal word.” So saying he went on To join those who preceded him; and there were those that followed.
