Mornings on the Ground
March 22, 2015, 9:21 pm
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To accept the day.  What will come.
To pass through more streets than houses,
more people than streets.  To pass through
skin to the other side. While I make
and unmake the day.  Your heart
sleeps with me.  It wraps me up at night
and the mornings are cold when I get up.
And I’m always asking where you are and why
the streets no longer are rivers.  At times
a drop of water falls to the ground
as if it were a tear.  At times
there isn’t ground enough to soak it up.

Rosa Alice Branco

translated by Alexis Levitin
(New European Poets, Miller & Prufer, eds)

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