Paulo Leminski


Place where one makes
what's already made,
the page's white,
sum of all text,
there was a time
when, writing,
one needed
a page exempt.

No page at all
has ever been clean.
Even the most Saharan,
Antarctic, mean.
There's never been
a page all blank.
Deep down, in such
pallor, all shriek.

[trans. Chris Daniels]

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