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Mister Lazarus
JTP (04-04-1947 / Lisbon, Portugal)

Mister Lazarus

Poem By João Tomaz Parreira

Dying/Is an art, like everything else.
Sylvia Plath

He sits on ancestral door
from where its eyes
eat a few dreams

can’t spring
into streets of world
its weak legs

its
tired eyes
read the Job's book.

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