Ode to Typography / Pablo Neruda

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Yet the letter was not beauty alone, but life, peace for the soldier; it went down to the solitudes of the mine, and the miner


In the leaves of the young springtime sparkles the diamantine alphabet; emeralds write your name with the fresh initials of dew. Love your hair profound as jungle or dictionary covers me with its totality of red language In everything, in the wake of the worm, one reads in the rose one reads


language? … les ode til typografien


Illustrasjoner til Ode to Typography av Joseph Goldyne fra en utgivelse i 120 kopier ved Peter Koch, Printers

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