Heart Happy (cathy_edgett) wrote,
Heart Happy
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Weaving -

This wonderful poem comes my way today.

It is from Education by Stone by Joao Cabral de Melo Neto, and is translated by Richard Zenith.


Weaving the Morning

One rooster cannot weave a morning.
He will always need other roosters:
one to catch the cry that he
and toss it to another, another rooster
to catch the cry that a rooster before him
and toss it to another, and other roosters
that with many other roosters crisscross
the sun threads of their rooster cries,
so that morning, from a tenuous tissue,
will grow by the weaving of all roosters.

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And enlarging into a fabric, involving all,
erecting itself into a tent where all may enter,
extending itself for all, in the canopy
(the morning) that floats without any frame:
the morning, a canopy made of a weave so airy
that, once woven, it rises by itself: balloon light.
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