Saturday, December 08, 2007

[Retrato de uma princesa desconhecida]

Time’s desolate caress:
the fossil owls, limpid
frontiers, east & west,
testament to shadows
in the heart—
princes beyond air
beyond the touch
of amber.
Gaia’s mist—
cruelty of fear,
compassion of an exiled fate.

(the seed pod: Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen)

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Blogger San said...

Today it's damp, cold, and dreary in Santa Fe, Paschal. This piece fits this day, "time's desolate caress." Yesterday a dead bird landed outside our backdoor, not a "fossil owl" exactly, but close enough. All around are "limpid frontiers"..."Gaia's mist."

I'm not familiar with Senora Sophia but am intrigued by her vision.

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Blogger murat11 said...

San: Gaia's mist abounds down here in SA as well. It is chilly and drear, too, but I find it quite beautiful.

I found Sophia's poem while searching for some Andre Breton poems to faux-translate. Stumbled on some Portugeuse poetry instead, kept her title - Portrait of an Unknown Princess - and then let the unconscious loose.

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