Stone

Childhood, seaside: we picked along the shore,
treading intent as wading birds.
Wet, some stones were treasurable,
until the air ordinaried them, and their allure
was gone.

Sometimes I think that when you found me
I was dried dull and your love covered me
like water and I shone.

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PEDRA

Infância, no litoral: passeamos junto ao mar,
caminhando como aves pernaltas.
Algumas pedras, húmidas, pareciam tesouros
até que a aragem as tornava normais, e o fascínio
morria.

Às vezes penso que quando me encontraste
estava terrivelmente aborrecido e o teu amor envolveu-me
como água e brilhei.

by Sam WILLETTS, in "POETYRY REVIEW", Volume 103:2, Summer 2013

(Portuguese translated by Armando TABORDA, 2017)

(photo taken from Internet; edited by Armando TABORDA)

(1st edition, 2013; 2nd edition, 2017; 3rd edition, 2018)