AFTERNOON Poem by Carlos de Oliveira

AFTERNOON

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The afternoon was striving
without a sound
in the happy realm of its high clouds,
conjugating
shimmerings and shudderings,
rhyming
the tenuous vibrations
of the world,
when I
saw the poem put together on the heights
reflected here,
in rhythms, patterns, structures
of a syntax bringing forth bright
airy things - like wind and light.

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