by Astrid Cabral.
Translated by Alexis Levitin.
No sooner do you touch the trophy
than the brightness dims.
Seize a star
and you will find between your fingers
a skeleton of battered tin.
Take the beloved from the castle
both crown and scepter will be lost.
Better leave the trophy
on the shelves of Olympus.
Let the star stay in its galaxy.
And let the loved one dwell among the clouds.
and corrupts all things.
With the divine, distance
plays its part. Only the impossible
partakes of the celestial breath.