from “Job, Anew”

It was good
to be a creature
that crawls across stones;
to be vegetable root
to be water.

It was good to walk anonymous
in the afternoon
with birds around
and the wind in my yellow clothes.

To never have a place to go
To never choose anything.
To keep walking, small under the rain
twisted like an apple tree.

It was good to perch afterward
among worn boots …
like a dog
like a fork forgotten in the sand.

The land receiving me
giving me shelter
using me like a stamp
a shoe
a teapot without a spout.”

– Manoel De Barros, trans. Idra Novey and Flávia Rocha


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