Metamorphosis Poem by Conceição Lima

Metamorphosis

Rating: 3.5

For Francisco da Silva, Gito
In memoriam

Today the words say nothing of shipwrecks.
Just petals
Invisible petals
Infinite petals
And at the tip of our fingers
The phantom of a sweet, livable City.
Its garments of purple and legend
Its body, stubborn fruit and just distribution.
We are witnesses to a precise metamorphosis

translated by David Shook

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