In a beautiful day
the poetry complained
of me its portion,
after many years together.
It said me:
Poet, do not leave alone.
What are you doing?
You do not search me anymore.
in thought I answered:
Calm! Be quiet!
Poets never go sleep early,
and do not forget
your great friend,
that you are…
poetry! ...
Translated by Nelson Francisco de Andrade
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