söndag 8 maj 2011

En dikt av Manuel Bandeira

My Last Poem

I would like my last poem thus
That it be gentle saying the simplest and least intended things
That it be ardent like a tearless sob
That it have the beauty of almost scentless flowers
The purity of the flame in which the most limpid diamonds are consumed
The passion of suicides who kill themselves without explanation.

Manuel Bandeira översättning: Elizabeth Bishop

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