It is not yet the end of the world. Or, as Manuel António Pina wrote, it is not yet the end nor the beginning, “it is just a little late”. This Saturday, 21 March, World Poetry Day, we have gathered poems chosen by CNN Portugal journalists, not to decorate the date with occasional verses, but to seek in poetry something deeper and more useful than consolation. A form of resistance, lucidity, fury, tenderness, a way to continue saying what haste, noise and barbarism try to wear down every day. There are poems of love and loss, of insubordination, of ruin and fire, of beauty, poems that save no one but still help us to breathe, to think, to stand firm against fear. And opening this notebook is a photograph by Gerda Taro, a photojournalist, taken in Barcelona in August 1936: a republican militia woman in training, knee in the sand, revolver extended, caught in that rare moment when everything still seems like an exercise and is already war.