Poem for the Autumn Equinox!

Black Sun

To awaken is to return to being
to be re-lit in a dark cubicle;
the first steps that I take
in this re-being are tentative.

To again be in such darkness
is a sailing without compass.
I have my compass by my side,
the dark expanse of a black sun.

which is your hair,
inverse lighthouse, lightless,
that give me direction
with the gypsy light it beams.

Joao Cabral de Melo Neto

translated by Ricardo da Silveira Lobo Sternberg


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