The more I age
the more heads I snip from the seven-
headed beast. And then I recognize him,
my intimate, my neighbour.
The more I age
the more I penetrate his secret.
I see death as an entrance
to a journey in reverse.
The more I age
the more I say: the beast is my friend.
No, there is no reason to curse,
poisoning this peacefulness.
The more I age
the more I feel myself a residue
in a desert where I flounder
among shadows of those absent.
The more I age
the more I learn to lose my fear.
All beasts grow tender.
Just take it to your breast.
Astrid Cabral (born 1937) Brazil
Translated by Alexis Levitin
Source: Antonio Miranda
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