MARIA DO SAMEIRO BARROSO

 

 

Stages Of Shadow

 

The scars are canvas of sorrow,

I never forget their stages of shadow,

I never forget their moons of light.

You should never forget the ocean.

Never forget your tears.

You should never forget the sand,

the green waves,

or the beloved hands.

Nothing moves unless you cry.

You should never forget the wrong clouds,

the burning skies.

Your heart is sweet, like a tree,

like an almond.

Never turn back your face to your sorrow.

Your early maps are written

on the willows.

 

Scented Woods

 

I run, in the rust of time, with feet

of dance.

I hide in the shadows, in dyed glass,

in ruby strawberries.

A grasshopper jumps on living stones.

The mineral world never questions

the graveyards of youth, the gardens

of March, the skin of music

where violets and gold crash

in waving sounds

of scented woods.

 

Daffodils

 

You know the place where daffodils

grow.

You know the stones, the weed,

the time of cherries,

you know my name.

You hear the chariots of eternal clocks.

You know the taste of long blackberries,

you know the place where rivers meet.

You know the place where sands apart,

you know the place where my longing

lips start.

You know the place where

blackbirds die.

You know the place where the moon

is a mourning sigh.

 

MARIA DO SAMEIRO BARROSO

 

MARIA DO SAMEIRO BARROSO (Portugal) is a Medical Doctor, a Germanist and a multilingual and awarded poet, translator, essayist and researcher in Portuguese and German Literature, Translations Studies and History of Medicine. She is a Member of Honor of the Association Alia Mundi from Serbia, an Ambassador of Literacy and Culture of the ASIM SASAMI INDONESIA GLOBAL WRITERS of Indonesia, and has authored over 40 books of poetry, translations and books of essays.