Lacquer Prints [by messenger] (Amy Lowell)

One night
When there was a clear moon,
I sat down
To write a poem
About maple trees.
But the dazzle of moonlight
In the ink
Blinded me,
And I could only write
What I remembered.
Therefore, on the wrapping of my poem
I have inscribed your name.

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Formas de laca [por correspondência]


À noite,
Quando havia lua clara,
Assentei-me a
Escrever poemas
Sobre os bordos.
Mas o clarão da lua
Sobre a tinta
Fez cegar-me,
E tão-somente pude
Escrever de cor.
Por isso, no envelope do poema,
Eu fiz gravar seu nome.