Professor Poeta

Cecília Meireles

The boy wants a donkey
to stroll.
A meek donkey,
don’t run or jump,
but who knows how to talk.
The boy wants a donkey
that knows how to say
the name of the rivers,
the mountains, the flowers,

• of everything that appears.
  The boy wants a donkey
  who knows how to make up beautiful stories
  with people and animals
  and with boats in the sea.
  And the two will go out into the world
  which is like a garden
  just wider
  and maybe longer
  and that has no end.
  (Anyone who knows about such a donkey,
  can write
  to Ruas das Casas,
  Door Number,
  to the Blue Boy who can’t read.)
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