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Friday, 25 July 2025

A small quake - Eugénio de Andrade

There is a small quake in some place or other
as you say my name.
You lift me to the level of your mouth
slowly
so as not to strip my leaves.
I tremble as if I were
fifteen again and all the earth
were light.
Oh unutterable spring!

Eugénio de Andrade (1923-2005) Portugal
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