Calle Principe 25 Poem by José Tolentino Mendonça

Calle Principe 25



Without warning we lose
the vastness of the fields
singular enigmas
the clarity we swear
we'll preserve

but it takes us years
to forget someone
who merely looked at us

Translation: 2006, Richard Zenith

Friday, August 18, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: warning
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