March 18, 2018





Scene: behind

the silence, snow.


Or could it be the contrary, unsmooth

life so white and so wet – flooding me to yell:

I came for you with all my gifts, my lord

For I thought to never lie unguarded, alone

I came for you to shine and gloom, to bright

or escape; I came for everything life was in need,

a flame beyond the cold surface.


Landscape, pain:

your glacial horizon, unburnt.


Not enough and not to blame; snow is my silence now

some peace in emptiness, no hopeful blizzard anymore

I come for you with all my stillness of joy, my lord

I snow regardless of our madness and pour my silence

over that frozen past

breaking the loss



Rosane Carneiro is a poet from Rio de Janeiro, currently living in London. She has published three books (Excesso, Prova, Corpo estranho) and two chapbooks (Vate and Drone). This latter work was published in 2015 in English and Portuguese by Carnaval Press, London. Rosane has published in books and literary magazines and anthologies in her country and abroad. She is a PhD in Portuguese and Brazilian Studies, from King’s College London. Her artistic and academic work can be found (eventually) at








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