what do you have to say
besides your imperfect presence,
your face of sand,
did you cross through Seneca on foot?
what you say is recorded
on the table you have a glass, you have wine.
what can you say
that won’t turn to dust?
Throw stones instead,
marl, basalt, schist.
— Ana Paula Inácio, “What Do You Have to Say,” Poetry International Rotterdam: Portugal. Translation: 2006, Richard Zenith.