The tired afternoon falls
on a rhythm of palm trees
clad in spring
human, a scattered voice.
Above, the moon rounds
it's silver & enamoured
spins its gratitude
- starry light swerves
between the coupling of harnesses -
through gothic cypresses
that toll the bells.
Marcelo Ensema Nsang (born 1947) Equatorial Guinea
Translated by David Shook and The Poetry Translation Workshop
Source: The Poetry Translation Centre
thank you for the find.
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