A vocation that comes from want and from an excess Poem by António Ramos Rosa

A vocation that comes from want and from an excess
throbbing like a nest opening up to the outside
Ignorance relishes the dark substances
born into brightness from out of their own depths
They take their place in height and density
like a grove of trees in the breeze of a white science
And so all work is the startled shade
where the present center of a past age insists
This is being in the light of living things
and through a mineral blackness the liquid eyes
almost red or yellow trembling appear
Astonished by such soft motion
now we are no more than an ageless freshness
that gives us the height and shadow and perfect suggestion
of animals in the brush when the dawn of fresh peace