Não usar acento e cedilha
 
 

UMA PÁGINA PESSOAL

 

. Uma vida de músico
. Ler e escrever
.
Cacilda Borges Barbosa




LER E ESCREVER: POESIA


MY OTHER SELF

 

Crop of time

It was August, and she called me flower,
as though I were the dearest of her cats.

The dusk flowed in with caution
and a restrained and sad light
punctured her eyelids and her brow.

I should be manlier, I guess;
some of a satyr -
rough if tender,
waiting by some Arcadic fir.

Flower then I was,
transient on the side of a road,
glowing on the charm
of my dying irrelevance.

 
 

 

 
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