Aliados

In contrast to São Bento, this poem represents the inevitable moments of departure from Porto. Having to say goodbye yet another time.

Photo by Yaroslav Talyzin on Unsplash

I still remember, on the avenue of allies
looking back to your eyes,
something peculiar about departure
separating time

Looking back, from your eyes
flowed the gilded river on the far side of liberty
separating time
from that indelible image

The gilded river flowed on the far side of liberty
beneath the clerical pallor of dark orbits
in whose indelible image
the night sky was consecrated

Beneath the clerical pallor of dark orbits
in the hours when the summer flowers would weep
the night sky was consecrated
again in this diurnal ritual

In the hours when the summer flowers wept
in the depth of your eyes
again in this diurnal ritual
redeemed in morning air

In the depth of your eyes
something peculiar about departure
is redeemed in morning air
I still remember on the avenue of the allies