POEM FOR A RAINY DAY
My home is a lighthouse in the middle of the night.
Come, whoever you may be
at first you’ll be like the stem of a flower
dripping over the carpet
and we will watch you
as the colour of the rain
but immediately, almost immediately
you will feel in yours the warm palms
of our hands
the translation of the hour.
Glória de Sant’Anna in Desde que o mundo e 32 poemas de intervalo, 1972