Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










THE BOOKS by José Luís Peixoto

Translated by Hugo dos Santos

 
 
on each page, your stare. on each mountain,
your voice. let me speak with you. i remember
so well everything you said to me.

the words exist. i want to find you
always, in each night, on the desk cluttered
with papers where i clutter our life.

on each page, the fields. on each mountain,
you calling me. the pages are, again,
the day i was born. i remember everything so well.

years pass over the words. the days exist.
i hold the books as if i held your voice
and, when someone utters your name, i keep answering.