THERE IS NO WORD IN ENGLISH
word that my life has com-
pressed between its slight layers so
it shines now pearlescent now
muffled like the last word
in a phrase bit back (i
t would have shed some fresh light
in the dark corners, where the
lamplighter of our conversation never tread) but
I have never been to Portugal and
time tips ever onward so I can say only
saudade, softly, saudade--
feeling nothing so sharp but longing and
let it be my last word, that I love you,
that you are lost.
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