To Hope I Return, to the Wood by Carilda Oliver Labra

To hope I return, to the wood
that built my important days,
to the wayward spring
of times past.

To the justice of seeing it all
as if it belonged to me,
for when it’s said and done there’s no way
to abandon the hunger of the beast.

translated by Katherine M. Hedeen

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