Sunday, January 31, 2010

Hilda Hilst


VIA ESPESSA (do Desejo)
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I
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From cicadas and stones, words want to be born,
But the poet lives
Alone in a corridor of moons, in a water-house.
From world maps, from shortcuts, voyages want to be born.
But the poet inhabits
The field of inns of insanity.
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From the flesh of women, men want to be born
And the poet pre-exists, between the light and the nameless

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