Cecília Meireles, translated by Oliver Simões

I didn’t have this face of today,
so calm, so sad, so thin,
nor these empty eyes, nor these bitter lips.
I didn’t have these weak hands,
so inert, so cold, so dead;
I didn’t have this heart that won’t even show.
I never noticed these changes,
so simple, so certain, so easy
– Where is the mirror where I lost my face?