Read Poem: WHO?, by Ines de Macedo

Who will read my verses?
Who from all of you?
Who will ever find on them such depth,
The depth only I feel,
The depth where I dive, swim and adrift?
For to meet one deepest secret,
Ask them only to unfold their art.

Are we in the exact orbit of our soul?
Who could ever measure?
Who could be entitled to judge?

For if one wants to dream,
Let him sleep longer.
If one wants to think,
Let him be provoked.
If one wants to paint,
Let him choose his colors
If one wants to move,
Let him dance.
If one wants to teach
Let him learn his way.
If one wants to write poetry
Let him have his heart broken.
And if one only love is searching,
Let him come inside, take a seat and have a tea.
I came to stay!

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