Knowing no secrets having no visions Poem by António Ramos Rosa

Knowing no secrets having no visions
I enter an immediate and sinuous realm
I write in the shade of wood with an animal impulse
I brim with a unanimous light I am yours
May all that I write be the ignorant summit
of well-being May my arms and knees
tell of the tranquillity that roundly glows
May the clear atmosphere flicker and condense
into waves of slumber and the splendor of sentences
And may words have the murmur of groves
and of living waters and of still shadows
And may the fragrant breeze that frees and enthralls
revive the bliss of being an illumined lover