Sensei, the Serene

Sensei, the serene
hours we spend are
not lost if we lose them
like we lose the flowers
we choose and cut
to put in a vase.

After Ricardo Reis (Fernando Pessoa)

Mestre, são plácidas
Todas as horas
Que nós perdemos,
Se no perdê-las,
Qual numa jarra,
Nós pomos flores.

 

 Cut flowers copy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Ideal Reader

Here in the intimacy of the poem
There is no privacy. We are alone
With our respective selves but known
To each other, as if at home.