Poem
Luiza Neto Jorge
THE DEBT
Alive in the dagger’s instantaneous lipin the daily arrested hour
The debts grow they’re already rough
they hurt the skin they’re already pus
The day starts out from shadows
as a people starts from dust
Hour after hour light and death coincide
The debt spreads it spreads its wings
it seizes my weak dreams everything tempts it
Behind the gesture I make
my hand is alone my fingers conspire
asymmetrically
sticking out from my body until death
I’d give them away today if I could
But what weapon can separate them from me?
While I’m thinking
the debt keeps growing
© Translation: 2005, Richard Zenith
A Dívida
A Dívida
Viva no instantâneo lábio do punhalna hora diariamente imóvel
As dívidas crescem já são ásperas
magoam a pele já são pus
O dia começa pela sombra
como um povo começa pelo pó
Luz e morte coincidem hora a hora
A dívida alastra abre as asas
leva-me sonhos débeis tudo a tenta
Atrás do meu gesto
a mão sozinha os dedos conspirando
assimétricos
salientes do corpo até à morte
Já hoje os doava se pudesse
Com que arma porém os separar de mim?
A dívida mais cresce
enquanto eu penso
© 1964, Luiza Neto Jorge
From: Poesia
Publisher: Assírio & Alvim, Lisbon
From: Poesia
Publisher: Assírio & Alvim, Lisbon
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THE DEBT
Alive in the dagger’s instantaneous lipin the daily arrested hour
The debts grow they’re already rough
they hurt the skin they’re already pus
The day starts out from shadows
as a people starts from dust
Hour after hour light and death coincide
The debt spreads it spreads its wings
it seizes my weak dreams everything tempts it
Behind the gesture I make
my hand is alone my fingers conspire
asymmetrically
sticking out from my body until death
I’d give them away today if I could
But what weapon can separate them from me?
While I’m thinking
the debt keeps growing
© 2005, Richard Zenith
From: Poesia
From: Poesia
THE DEBT
Alive in the dagger’s instantaneous lipin the daily arrested hour
The debts grow they’re already rough
they hurt the skin they’re already pus
The day starts out from shadows
as a people starts from dust
Hour after hour light and death coincide
The debt spreads it spreads its wings
it seizes my weak dreams everything tempts it
Behind the gesture I make
my hand is alone my fingers conspire
asymmetrically
sticking out from my body until death
I’d give them away today if I could
But what weapon can separate them from me?
While I’m thinking
the debt keeps growing
© 2005, Richard Zenith
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