Desperate Song Poem by Eugénio de Andrade

Desperate Song



Not even eyes know what to say
to this rose of joy
open in my hands
or in the tresses of the day.

What I dreamt is simply this,
merely water, purple with cold.
Within this grief no rose can fit.
Give me the shadow of a ship.

Translation: 2003, Alexis Levitin

Saturday, August 5, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: grief,purple,rose
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