Tuesday, April 12, 2016

NaPoWriMo #23

I say I am Pessoa or Pound


A faceless woman
sings
while standing
on my soul.
A drowned siren
begs for alms.
A child,
a beaten dog beneath the hail,*
cries.
An unforgiving hand
tortures my wrist,
e isso me leva à morte.*


*Canto LXXXI
BY EZRA POUND

*And it takes me to death

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