Poem
Luiza Neto Jorge
MAGNOLIA
Exaltation of the minimaland the magnificent lightning
of the master event
restore to me my form
my splendor.
A tiny crib cradles me
where the word elides
into matter – into metaphor –
as needed, lightly, wherever
it echoes and slides.
Magnolia,
the sound that swells in it
when pronounced,
is an exalted fragrance
lost in the storm,
a magnificent minimal entity
shedding on me
its leaves of lightning.
© Translation: 2005, Richard Zenith
A Magnólia
A Magnólia
A exaltação do mínimo,e o magnífico relâmpago
do acontecimento mestre
restituem-me a forma
o meu resplendor.
Um diminuto berço me recolhe
onde a palavra se elide
na matéria – na metáfora –
necessária, e leve, a cada um
onde se ecoa e resvala.
A magnólia,
o som que se desenvolve nela
quando pronunciada,
é um exaltado aroma
perdido na tempestade,
um mínimo ente magnífico
desfolhando relâmpagos
sobre mim.
© 1966, Luiza Neto Jorge
From: Poesia
Publisher: Assírio & Alvim, Lisbon
From: Poesia
Publisher: Assírio & Alvim, Lisbon
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MAGNOLIA
Exaltation of the minimaland the magnificent lightning
of the master event
restore to me my form
my splendor.
A tiny crib cradles me
where the word elides
into matter – into metaphor –
as needed, lightly, wherever
it echoes and slides.
Magnolia,
the sound that swells in it
when pronounced,
is an exalted fragrance
lost in the storm,
a magnificent minimal entity
shedding on me
its leaves of lightning.
© 2005, Richard Zenith
From: Poesia
From: Poesia
MAGNOLIA
Exaltation of the minimaland the magnificent lightning
of the master event
restore to me my form
my splendor.
A tiny crib cradles me
where the word elides
into matter – into metaphor –
as needed, lightly, wherever
it echoes and slides.
Magnolia,
the sound that swells in it
when pronounced,
is an exalted fragrance
lost in the storm,
a magnificent minimal entity
shedding on me
its leaves of lightning.
© 2005, Richard Zenith
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