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Selected Poems of Maria Teresa Horta Translated by: M.B. McLatchey and Edite Cunhã Published in Springhouse , Fall 2019 Prev 5 Next FROM THE BEGINNING At first I wrote in brief mutterings and the halting service of a wing unaccustomed to the flight of words Then I found my footing in the very depths of myself in the courage of the verses where one reaps raptures from the body of the writing Next I began to haunt verbs and to reinvent metaphors the syntax of passion the icons of time the doubts, the dilemmas In writing poems AB INITIO Primeiro escrevi com breves murmurações e lentos cuidados de asa desabituada do voo das palavras Depois ganhei pé na fundura de mim mesma na ousadia dos versos onde se colhem os êxtases no corpo da escrita Em seguida comecei a assombrar os verbos e a reinventar metáforas a sintaxe de fogo os ícones do tempo as dúvidas, os dilemas Escrevendo poemas Copyright © 2019 M. B. McLatchey & Edite Cunha, with permission. All rights reserved. Published in Springhouse , Fall 2019. Copyright © 2017 Maria Teresa Horta, from her collection Poesis . Dom Quixote Publisher, Lisbon. Back to List

Index Previous Next First Place - Lazuli Literary Group Plan B Sorry... currently embargoed until publication in February, 2025. . Copyright © 2024 M. B. McLatchey. All rights reserved. Forthcoming in A zure, February 2025. Winner of the Lazuli Literary Group's Fall 2024 Writing Contest. Editor's comment: I enjoyed the steady strain of brilliance and the profound sense of wisdom that runs through each poem, well-delivered through narratively evocative language and clearly intentional choices in poetic form! To cloak modernity in a sense of magic is difficult to do, and yet I feel your poems do so in a very useful way. I hope our readers find in these pieces the impetus for an examined life. - Sakina B. Fakhri

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