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SCULPTOR’S DEBT

In this little town
I spent
few years of my youth.

Three door away
in an open courtyard,
one spring
a Delia blossomed.

Bit by bit
the fragrance of the flowers
reached my room.

These were the days
I was inspired to be sculptor.

I borrowed
from these flowers
the idea of roundness
curves and delicacy.

Today, every time
I use these elements in my work
I remember my debt
that I owe to this Delia.

1974 London