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Friday, July 4, 2014

helen mort

First Meetings
Helen Mort

after Arseny Tarkovsky

Time came after us,
a madman brandishing a razorblade.

We’ve got so old
even the trees won’t look at us,
the cypress twisted like a flame.

I watched you
take the stairs two at a time. To us,
darling, anything might be an anniversary.

I raise my glass towards
your shadow, disappearing into mine.

- - -
(obrigada, Mário Avelar. quando tiver tempo reentro na UA só para voltar a ter uma cadeira dele, sempre um enorme prazer de descoberta)

and her blog, poetry on the brain.
poesia e neurociência.

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