Enchantment
Profound and full
as two brief, graceful immensities,
your eyes dwell in your face
as masters;
and when I see the flame of a radiant soul,
playful in its ascent
in their depths,
it seems to me the morning,
appearing luminous between sea and sky
on the line that sways,
dreaming, between two blue empires,
the line that stops in our heart
to be caressed by our hopes
and kissed by our face
when our "being" meditates,
drying its tears,
and, silently,
opening to all the breezes of Life;
when we look
at the ashes of days gone by,
floating in the Past
like the dust of or pilgrimages
in the distance of the road.
Eyes that open like mornings,
and upon closing, let night fall.
It Was With Much Night
It was with much night
and great solitude.
Memory of company — what had been, and now was not.
It was the sole company of the lonely one
on a path before me I'd like to have anticipated.
A figure rose up so tender to me,
someone who saw me being born, and I saw die.
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The Complete Poems
translated by Jessica Sequeira
Sublunary Editions, 2025
