Maracujá
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  • At nightfall when you sway
    among your long lanceolate leaves
    passion overwhelms me at your blossoming
    flowers, wandering, flashy hermaphrodite
    stars: maracujá-cobra
    yellow maracujà, maracujá-blue.
    But soon you detach from your stem, that delicate
    cylinder, you lose your flower for ever,
    beseeching to no avail, leaf-covered
    a green sound softly fades out.
    Flower, you light up your branches
    in the early morning rhythms
    bird song and faraway drumming
    of crickets – then you fall and die
    so that the fruit may be born:
    the forest opens its mouth wide
    to receive you in the damp soil
    inside the Kuluené, the Great Xingú
    your petals strewn over the waves.

    Márcia Theóphilo, 2000
    English version by Riccardo Duranti