Conversation

The tumult in the heart

keep asking questions.

And then it stops and undertakes to answer

in the same tone of voice.

No one could tell the difference.

Uninnocent, these conversations start,

and then engage the senses,

only half-meaning to.

And then there is no choice,

and then there is no sense;

until a name

and all its connotation are the same

Elizabeth Bishop

(O iceberg imaginário e outros poemas,
Ed. Cia das Letras, Org. Paulo Henriques Brito)