Because Every Land is Mother’s

Poem by Iacyr Anderson Freitas

Translated from Portuguese by Desirée Jung

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take your ear
to the ground

the hardness of the world
has long exiled you
from real encounters

the noises of the world

listen to the time
the calendars

and await you
in secret
under the sheets of every age
like a tree
in the basement

lower your ear
and forget

this calm
that traverses
the doorsill and the century

to witness
your heart

Poem published in The Immense Hour