domingo, agosto 21

My heart born naked

My heart born naked

was swaddled in lullabies.

Later alone it wore

poems for clothes.

Like a shirt

...I carried on my back

the poetry I had read.

So I lived for half a century

until wordlessly we met.

From my shirt on the back of the chair

I learn tonight

how many years

of learning by heart

I waited for you.

John Berger


josé luís said...

roubo as palavras de mr. waits após ler "the laughing heart" de mr. bukowski:
«that's a beauty...»

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Marta said...

...gosto muito, José Luís. já conhecia e é sempre muito muito bom ouvir o meu Tom ;) ler Bukowski!