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Poetry

Halfway to a House

By Rosa Alice Branco
Translated from Portuguese by Alexis Levitin

I take light from the closet drawers. The first day
of fall. And all those years at the bottom.
Before, it wasn’t me. It was a house under construction.
I before myself. Now I dismantle the summer,
dresses flying, naked feet beside a dress.
Time loses itself in the change of the seasons,
but in this loss someone exists in me.
A voice laughs deep within the closet.
The sun so low, in the bottom drawer.

English

I take light from the closet drawers. The first day
of fall. And all those years at the bottom.
Before, it wasn’t me. It was a house under construction.
I before myself. Now I dismantle the summer,
dresses flying, naked feet beside a dress.
Time loses itself in the change of the seasons,
but in this loss someone exists in me.
A voice laughs deep within the closet.
The sun so low, in the bottom drawer.

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