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Translated from the Portuguese

11 October 1934

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.

Notes:

Translation copyright: Copyright (c) 2026 by Margaret Jull Costa and Patricio Ferrari. Used by permission of New Directions.

Read the translator's note by Margaret Jull Costa and Patricio Ferrari.

Source: Poetry (January/February 2026)