Poem
By Ricardo Reis
Translated By Margaret Jull Costa & Patricio Ferrari
I love what I see because one day
I will cease to see it.
And simply because it is.
In this placid interval in which I feel my existence,
More because I love than because I am,
I love both everything and myself.
They could give me nothing better were they to return,
Those primitive gods,
Who also know nothing.
I will cease to see it.
And simply because it is.
In this placid interval in which I feel my existence,
More because I love than because I am,
I love both everything and myself.
They could give me nothing better were they to return,
Those primitive gods,
Who also know nothing.
Poem
By Ricardo Reis
Wise is the man who contents himself with the spectacle of the world,
Who, when he drinks, has no memory…
Who, when he drinks, has no memory…
Poem
By Ricardo Reis
Translated By Margaret Jull Costa & Patricio Ferrari
Crown me with roses.
Yes, really, crown me
With roses.
I want to hold the hour
In my hands paganly,
Lightly…
Yes, really, crown me
With roses.
I want to hold the hour
In my hands paganly,
Lightly…
Poem
By Ricardo Reis
Translated By Margaret Jull Costa & Patricio Ferrari
I do not want to remember or to know myself.
We just get in the way if we look into who we are.
Not knowing…
We just get in the way if we look into who we are.
Not knowing…
Poem
By Suzanne Matson
Only the wrinkle
of a disappearing squirrel
breaks the snow stillness.
The walker, swathed in wool,
lowers toward the prints left
by others, feet that lead to the village.
There a clock stands in front of a closed shop,
its hour not late, though the moon has come early
to mirror the white coin of its frozen face.
of a disappearing squirrel
breaks the snow stillness.
The walker, swathed in wool,
lowers toward the prints left
by others, feet that lead to the village.
There a clock stands in front of a closed shop,
its hour not late, though the moon has come early
to mirror the white coin of its frozen face.
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