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Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen
Midday
Midday. A corner of the deserted beach.The huge, deep, open sun on high
Has chased all the gods from the sky.
The harsh light falls like a punishment.
There are no ghosts and no souls,
And the vast, ancient, solitary sea
Loudly claps its hands.
© Translation: 2004, Richard Zenith
Meio-dia
Meio-dia
Meio-dia. Um canto da praia sem ninguém.O sol no alto, fundo, enorme, aberto,
Tornou o céu de todo o deus deserto.
A luz cai implacável como um castigo.
Não há fantasmas nem almas,
E o mar imenso solitário e antigo,
Parece bater palmas.
© 1990, Sophia de Mello Breyner
From: Obra Poética I
Publisher: Caminho, Lisboa
From: Obra Poética I
Publisher: Caminho, Lisboa
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Midday
Midday. A corner of the deserted beach.The huge, deep, open sun on high
Has chased all the gods from the sky.
The harsh light falls like a punishment.
There are no ghosts and no souls,
And the vast, ancient, solitary sea
Loudly claps its hands.
© 2004, Richard Zenith
From: Obra Poética I
From: Obra Poética I
Midday
Midday. A corner of the deserted beach.The huge, deep, open sun on high
Has chased all the gods from the sky.
The harsh light falls like a punishment.
There are no ghosts and no souls,
And the vast, ancient, solitary sea
Loudly claps its hands.
© 2004, Richard Zenith
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