Midday Poem by Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen

Midday



Midday. A corner of the deserted beach.
The huge, deep, open sun on high
Has chased all the gods from the sky.
The harsh light falls like a punishment.
There are no ghosts and no souls,
And the vast, ancient, solitary sea
Loudly claps its hands.

Translation: 2004, Richard Zenith

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