Português
Poem by Iacyr Anderson Freitas
Translated from the Portuguese by Desirée Jung
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The same window
many times opened
the same light
on the furniture
and the birds that,
from the eaves, witness
the same setting sun
(one more delation,
an accident
and this question
– its stain
on the walls, the slopes
the mirrors
shutting against
the face, this question).
Poem published in The Immense Hour.
