Does a flower sleep?

Does a branch, touched once by the bird, tremble?

I wish at times I could be touched by
Sleep, that I could

forget

I once walked into that river
branched out, trembling?

What folly to have tried!
Ay, Ssam Tyago

[811] #870
Ayras Nunes Clerigo

Erín Moure: O Cadoiro – Poems. Toronto: House of Anansi Press, 2007, p.64.

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