Poem

by

Mario Cesariny de Vasconcelos


Light happens when

shadows are eliminated

Shadows are what exist

shadows have their own exhaustive life

not on this side or that side of light but in its very heart

intensely loving       insanely beloved

and they spread over the ground their arms of gray light

that enter human eyes from the corners


On the other hand the shadow called light

doesn’t illuminate     objects     really

objects live in the dark

in a perpetual surrealist aurora

which we cannot contact

except the way lovers do

with eyes closed

and lamps in our fingers     lamps on our lips



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