Hilda Hilst

VIA ESPESSA (do Desejo)

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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