Pedro Mexia Biography

I bought the ‘Ballad of the Sad Café' from her,
after having almost passed as a book
thief, touching books without looking
at them, while I circled from all
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Lisbon is not Alexandria but then
Alexandria is only a metropolis
heightened and exalted in verse, its geometry,
its incisions of small despair.
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In the improvised church hall,
disordered rows of chairs announced
a film on ‘the life of Christ'.
We were children, on holiday
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En route, Hartford stiffens
and at the same time becomes lighter.
Fall ceases to be the fall.
The cockerels don't sing
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This poem begins by comparing you
to the constellations,
with their magical names
and precise drawings,
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