TWILIGHT

40th Poem from the Unpublished ‘Poetic Collection’ by Evo João Camões Fernandes

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Editor via : Under a twilight blue sky, a solitary figure reflects on memories and loss as the stars begin to fall.

Hope,
I left it in the corners of the paths,
In dark alleys and shadowed shortcuts,
A thousand times trodden, a thousand times unfelt…
Those youthful dreams,
Wild, half-lived,
You buried them
With your delicate hands.
But every night,
In the small hours,
When the sky is bluest,
We gaze at the same stars
But no longer see them:
They fell from me one by one,
Brother, they all died the same.
You do not know the pain of forgetting.
You were a butterfly with airy wings,
Kissing flowers, beloved by roses,
And you went on to seek other loves.
The witches told me,
The sorceresses with swollen eyes whispered
That I was an unknown god,
Forgotten by my brother gods.
You, surely, did not believe it.
Little do you know, when night falls
And the swallows return to old eaves,
My soul dresses in beggar’s clothes
And goes to knock at your door,
Asking for the poor man’s bread!

Lisbon, 05/01/1963

Poem of the unpublished ‘Poetic Collection’, published for the first time in reference to the 11th Edition: A Poetic Journey between the Longing for Mozambique and Existentialism in Lisbon from the biweekly publication “I’ve Got Something to Tell You: In the Labyrinth of Freedom”.

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