Português
Poem by Iacyr Anderson Freitas
Translated from the Portuguese by Desirée Jung
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beyond these walls
the world exhausts
time is only
what is seen in the room
outside
vertigo
that always erases
what the eye sees
on this night (the same
as the birth of everything)
only our room exists
a river blows far away
in thousands of waiting years
in each margin
thousands of dead
and dogs that cry
at cities’ doors
and questions that remained
in the suitcases
on this night
there is only
what is seen in the room
something so small
that
in us
also exhausts
Poem published in Your Impossible Voice.
