I'm Ramón González Barbagelata from anywhere,
from Cucuy, from Paraná, from Rio Turbio, from Oruro,
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Castro Alves from Brazil, for whom did you sing?
Did you sing for the flower? For the water
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Here,
among the market vegetables,
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Matilde, years or days
sleeping, feverish,
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(Original Spanish; can someone provide the title?)
Sucede que me canso de ser hombre.
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To whoever is not listening to the sea
this Friday morning, to whoever is cooped up
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From your hips down to your feet
I want to make a long journey.
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They all ask me to jump
to invigorate and to play soccer,
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All those men were there inside,
when she came in totally naked.
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March days return with their covert light, and huge fish swim through the sky,
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In the wave-strike over unquiet stones the brightness bursts and bears the rose
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Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon, dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
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Luminous mind, bright devil
of absolute clusterings, of upright noon---:
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The street
filled with tomatoes
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Every morning you wait,
clothes, over a chair,
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This day, Today, was a brimming glass. This day, Today, was an immense wave.
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Ocean, if you were to give, a measure, a ferment, a fruit of your gifts and destructions, into my hand,
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Victory. It has come late, I had not learnt how to arrive, like the lily, at will,
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Ancient night and the unruly salt beat at the walls of my house.
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Y fue a esa edad... Llegó la poesía a buscarme. No sé, no sé de dónde
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America, from a grain of maize you grew
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I am not jealous
of what came before me.
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O tower of light, sad beauty
that magnified necklaces and statues in the sea,
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You are the daughter of the sea, oregano's first cousin. Swimmer, your body is pure as the water;
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An odor has remained among the sugarcane:
a mixture of blood and body, a penetrating
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One time more, my love, the net of light extinguishes work, wheels, flames, boredoms and farewells,
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There where the waves shatter on the restless rocks the clear light bursts and enacts its rose,
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When the trumpet sounded, it was all prepared on the earth,
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The gay young men and the love-sick girls, and the abandoned widows suffering in sleepless delirium,
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