I draw the curtains of the afternoon
within the poem
you go past in your kanga
and your body is like the dunes
where the pine trees
that rustle nearby grow
you brandish the fury
of the falling wave
in my gesture
Luís Carlos Patraquim (born 1953) Mozambique
Translated by John Mitras
Source: Luís Carlos Patraquim: Ten Poems, John Mitras, Stained Glass, 2011
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