Gustavo Cunha

Thy eyes (English poem I)


Thy eyes

A mask they are not

Towards me insist upon

With lust, weary, always unsatisfied.


But wake up I wish not

Nor must I know of what dreams are made

Of off far lands or of blind thoughts

Immortality has once taught.


Though born blind

Those very same eyes

In depth a plunge will take

Into the wholeness long forsaken.