Portrait

Cecília Meireles, translated by Oliveira Simões

I didn’t have this face of today,
so calm, so sad, so thin,
neither these eyes so empty, nor these bitter lips.
I didn’t have these hands so weak,
so inert, so cold, so dead;
I didn’t have this heart that won’t even show.
I never noticed these changes,
so simple, so certain, so easy
In which mirror did I lose my face?