Everything else must have changed
must be different
by the time you appear
more than ever the same
taking me by surprise
in my difference
my age
long after I had come
to the end
of believing in you
to the end of hope
which was not even
the first of the changes
when I imagined
that I was forgetting you
you did not even need memory
to remain there
letting the years vanish
the miles depart
nothing surprising in that
even longing
does not need memory
to know what to reach for
and nothing surprises you
who were always there
wherever it was
beyond belief.
W.S. Merwin, Present Company (Port Townsend, WA: Copper Canyon Press, 2005), pp.
114-115
Nada é uno, tudo é múltiplo-
de infinitos nadas nos nutrimos
para subirmos escadas.
