Your lips, I tell you, are not as sweet
as honey.
(Too much honey
is sickening.)
But your lips, I tell you, are sweet.
But as sweet as what?
They are as sweet as they are.
Sweet?
Yes, indeed, sweet as is the bread
which we eat every day
and from which we never tire.
Rui Manuel Correia Knopfli (1932 - 1997) Mozambique (moved to Portugal in 1975)
Translated by Luis Rafael
Source: Stained Glass. Poetry from the Land of Mozambique, Edited by Luis Rafael, ROMAN Books, 2011
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