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Blog do escritor Luís Soares

Nicky Beer - Juveniles

At dawn, the birds storm

the back yard like a country

they are astonished to have

won without a single shot

fired. There is no end

to its richness, every seed

tasting like a year.

They have no superstitions.

They celebrate in

monosyllables.

They cannot feel the god

who lives in the wires

strung over our houses

no matter how tightly

they grasp him with their feet.

The sky is one long drink.

They will never know the quiet

hands with which we hold them

when we find them

under the hedge at dusk.