Poem By Fernando Pinto do Amaral

Tonight I died many times over, waiting
for a sudden dream to come
and dance in the dark with my soul
as long as it were you who led
its haunted rhythm within the darkness of my body,
the spiral of all hours to be hoisted
out of the well of the senses. Who are you,
imaginary promise, who teaches me
to decode the wind's intentions,
the rain music on the window panes
in the cold of february? Love
has offered me your absolute features,
has projected your eyes on to my sky
and now whispers a word to me:
your name - the last sound spoken
by the last dying star
soaking slowly in my blood
and my blood seeking your heart.

Translation by Ana Hudson

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