To whoever is not listening to the sea
this Friday morning, to whoever is cooped up
in house, office, factory…
or street or mine or harsh prison cell:
to that person I come, and, without
speaking or looking,
I arrive and open the door of the prison,…
…through me, freedom and the sea
Will call in answer to the shrouded heart.
-Pablo Neruda – from The Poet's Obligation
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