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DEEP FIELD
A moth's wing stammered in the air vent
I unzipped on one side of the bell tent.
Tea lights spent their carbon in a lantern
that panicked stars onto the canvas.
Outside, deep field, you pointed at a moon
so real your finger came back dusty.
We stared like telescopes at our past -
that dark spot encrusted with galaxies.
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CAMPO PROFUNDO
A asa duma traça estampada no respiradouro
abri o fecho de correr dum dos lados da tenda em forma de sino.
As luzes de chá esgotaram o carbono da lanterna
e as estrelas caíram em pânico sobre a lona.
Lá fora, campo profundo, apontaste para uma lua
tão real que o teu dedo ficou empoeirado.
Olhamos como telescópios para o nosso passado -
aquela mancha escura encrustada de galáxias.
by Natalie WHITTAKER, in "POETRY NEWS" - The Newspaper of The Poetry Society, Spring 2019
(English translated by Armando TABORDA, 2019)
(photograph taken from Internet; edited by Armando TABORDA)
I unzipped on one side of the bell tent.
Tea lights spent their carbon in a lantern
that panicked stars onto the canvas.
Outside, deep field, you pointed at a moon
so real your finger came back dusty.
We stared like telescopes at our past -
that dark spot encrusted with galaxies.
///
CAMPO PROFUNDO
A asa duma traça estampada no respiradouro
abri o fecho de correr dum dos lados da tenda em forma de sino.
As luzes de chá esgotaram o carbono da lanterna
e as estrelas caíram em pânico sobre a lona.
Lá fora, campo profundo, apontaste para uma lua
tão real que o teu dedo ficou empoeirado.
Olhamos como telescópios para o nosso passado -
aquela mancha escura encrustada de galáxias.
by Natalie WHITTAKER, in "POETRY NEWS" - The Newspaper of The Poetry Society, Spring 2019
(English translated by Armando TABORDA, 2019)
(photograph taken from Internet; edited by Armando TABORDA)
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