The Ship Of Mirrors


Mario Cesariny de Vasconcelos

The ship of mirrors

doesn’t sail, it gallops

Its sea is a forest

serving as level plane

At dusk its flanks

mirror the sun and moon

That’s why time loves

to lie down with it

Shipowners don’t like

its clear and bright route

(To someone who's moving

it looks stationary)

When it reaches the city

no wharf gives it shelter

Its bilge brings nothing

it departs with nothing

Voices and heavy air

are all it transports

And a kind of door

in its mirrored mast

Its ten thousand captains

all have the same face

The same dark belt

the same rank and office

When one man revolts

there are ten thousand mutineers

(The way objects are reflected

in the eyes of a fly)

And when one of them ascends

and his body climbs the masts

and he scans the depths of the ocean

The whole ship gallops

(like the stars up in space)

From the world’s beginning

to its end

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