Love does not deceive me
With his slightness
If of an old flame
badly lives, bitterness
From one black spot
From a cold rock
Which love not delivers
In the empty night?
And the voices embark
In an afflicted silence
The more they separate
More listened is the shout
To the waters' surface
Sailor night
comes slowly
For my side
In new fields
Near of a wall tree
born red flowers
For the Spring
Thus you know
Sister lark
Say me if you wait
For the rising day
José Afonso [José Manuel Cerqueira Afonso dos Santos, aka Zeca Afonso] (1929 - 1987) Portugal
Translated by Isaac Pereira
Source: Poets of the World
I really like the visuals José put in there! I like this poem as well, it's one of my favorites
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