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The Man Who Was
—for José Saramago
In one sense—it could be said
letter-by-letter—word-by-word
page-by-page—book after book
I’ve implanted—in the man I was
the characters—I created
without them—I wouldn't be
the person—I am today
without them—my life would
have been—an inexact sketch
a promise—of the existence of
someone—who might have been
but in the end—wasn’t
—Nobel Prize, 1998
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