— Oscar Wilde, from De Profundis
Teenage Wasteland: Japanese Youth In Revolt, 1964
Sometimes Yoko goes down to the port in Yokohama to watch the ships sail off to the places she only wishes she could go. At sunset, her day begins again.
“We’ve worn our words to death,
when now I say: my love,
nothing happens, absolutely nothing.
And yet, before the words were spent,
that everything trembled
at the mere murmur of your name
in the silence of my heart.
Now we have nothing to give.
There is nothing within you
that asks me for water.
The past is useless as a rag.
And I’ve told you already: the words are spent.
― Eugénio de Andrade, Forbidden Words: Selected Poetry