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Blog do escritor Luís Soares

Mark Strand - Moontan

The bluish, pale

face of the house
rises above me
like a wall of ice

 

and the distant,
solitary
barking of an owl
floats toward me.

 

I half close my eyes.

 

Over the damp
dark of the garden
flowers swing
back and forth
like small ballons.

 

The solemn trees,
each buried
in a cloud of leaves,
seem lost in sleep.

 

It is late.
I lie in the grass,
smoking,
feeling at ease,
pretending the end
will be like this.

 

Moonlight
falls on my flesh.
A breeze
circles my wrist.

 

I drift.
I shiver.
I know that soon
the day will come
to wash away the moon's
white stain,

 

that I shall walk
in the morning sun
invisible
as anyone.