I am not I.
I am this one
walking beside me whom I do not see. whom at times I manage to visit,
and at other times I forget.
The one who remains silent when I talk,
the one who forgives sweet, when I hate,
the one who takes a walk when I am indoors,
the one who will remain standing when I die.
(Translated by Robert Bly)
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