Send me word, if you can,
“The moon is full, the house is clear.”
Send me word, and paradise
Shall be nearer, and your uncertain face
Shall seem more recent.
Send for me if your day
Is as long as your night. If it’s true
Without me you see nothing but monotony.
If you remember the gleam of tides
Some pale red fish
In certain seas
And my wet feet, send me word:
“It’s a moonless night”
And dressed in light, I come to see you again.

– Hilda Hilst. from Joy, Memory, Novitiate of Passion

translated by Beatriz Bastos