sexta-feira, 10 de junho de 2011

from The Songbook of Sebastian Arrurruz


Ten years without you. For so it happens.
Days make their steady progress, a routine
That is merciful and attracts nobody.

Already, like a disciplined scholar,
I piece fragments together, past conjecture
Establishing true sequences of pain;

For so it is proper to find value
In a bleak skill, as in the thing restored:
The long lost words of choice and valediction.

Geoffrey Hill, Selected Poems, Penguin Books, 2006

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