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Blog do escritor Luís Soares

George Oppen - Ballad

Astrolabes and lexicons
Once in the great houses—


A poor lobsterman


Met by chance
On Swan’s Island


Where he was born
We saw the old farmhouse


Propped and leaning on its hilltop
On that island
Where the ferry runs


A poor lobsterman


His teeth were bad


He drove us over that island
In an old car


A well-spoken man


Hardly real
As he knew in those rough fields


Lobster pots and their gear
Smelling of salt


The rocks outlived the classicists,
The rocks and the lobstermen’s huts


And the sights of the island
The ledges in the rough sea seen from the road


And the harbor
And the post office


Difficult to know what one means
—to be serious and to know what one means—


An island
Has a public quality


His wife in the front seat


In a soft dress
Such as poor women wear


She took it that we came—
I don’t know how to say, she said—


Not for anything we did, she said,
Mildly, ‘from God’. She said


What I like more than anything
Is to visit other islands…

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