José de Sousa Saramago
© 1991 M. Sonseca. Lisbon
in memory a river where boats sail
childhood, with arched branches
restless
departing on water
curved blades.
A rhythmic pounding of
oars in the silence of the smooth morning
white waves are
aside with the sound of crumpled silk .
There is a sunrise at the exact site,
at the time that more account of a life,
an awakening of the eyes and touch,
a thirst craving not abolished.
There is a picture of water and
grief that erupts from the bottom of this report,
and everything is open in the singing river
counts portrait of an old story.
J. Saramago