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All of love in a goblet as wide as the earth, all of love with stars and thorns
I gave you, but you walked with little feet, with dirty heels upon the fire, putting it out.
Ah great love, small beloved!
I did not stop in the struggle.
I did not stop marching toward life, toward peace, toward bread for all, but I lifted you in my arms and I nailed you to my kisses and I looked at you as never again will human eyes look at you.
Ah great love, small beloved!
You did not then measure my stature, and the man who for you put aside blood, wheat, water, you confused him with the little insect that fell into your skirt.
Ah great love, small beloved!
Do not expect that I will look back at you in the distance, stay with what I left you, walk about with my betrayed photograph,
I shall go on marching, opening broad roads against the shadow, making the earth smooth, spreading the star for those who come.
Stay on the road.
Night has fallen for you.
Perhaps at dawn we shall see each other again.
Ah great love, small beloved!