Um grande poeta que o Nobel terá de distinguir

"Repouso do meio-dia", óleo de Nahum Gutman

WIND

The wind brings peace to what was. To what never was,

wind does not bring peace. To one’s surprise, this too

is a place: the poet brings it forth

with the breath of is mouth,

the writing of is eyes -and old ruse.

When I say you, already you smile. When I glance at my watch

you grow unhappy. Pretty girl, how little

you require, and what little profit there is in love.

This place is worse than hell:

Hell is, is real.

in The Static Element, Selected, Poems of Nathan Zach Translated by Peter Everwine and Shulamit Yasny-Starkman, Atheneum, New York, 1982

Nathan Zach

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