The great pain of things that will happen
turned into the most exquisite pleasure
when among a thousand photos that were displayed,
I had the grace and fortune of seeing you.
The kisses and the loving that was loved
recklessly from yours and my desire
flowering once again, will shine
in the misty light of daybreak.
The blessed past which was so cruel
and joyful today presents itself as tender
and makes my voice resonate again.
To exalt the resurrected love
that feeds on memory images,
changes the horror into sweetness.
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This man knows...he knew...
The path that is soujourned through his words is one of such desire that we sometimes meet in shadows once it disciminates, whether through discord or death. No doubt the flame was eternal.
He is raw and real! Beautiful!
Renee
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Such wonderful wisdom here, I take a lesson for all that the moments we look back and cherish are being made now...and we must learn to see and savor in order to fully enjoy life; the writing here is thoughtful and the translation must bring nuance and small shifts in meanings, and does so very well...a remarkable poem brought in the spirit of the autor...PK
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When pain gives place to cherished memories. How well Drummond shows that change here.
Somewhere I read that Brazilian poets are born with that sentiment we call saudade, it must be true, for they express it so good. -
I guess time can do that for some. Maybe I just haven't reached that age yet, or am not enlightened enough...for pain remains pain and old photos (memories) just bring that pain back. But the voice in this poem sees it different, and maybe that is the thing, that this pain was one that time could ease...or rather, metamorphose.
Another Drummond gem.
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