| [translated from the
Portuguese
by Scott Bentley, Marta Frota-Bentley, and Jennifer Frota] |
Of Loss, Sadness
a Longing
|
“(…) between thorns twilight stepping”
— Dom Luis de Gongora
on this route
without bearing
your seed sugar
swells well up
salt from tears
come to bud
(soledad)
from selfsame
stone
(murmur
(at flower)
of eye, eddy
spring watery
within grotto)
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