Fire Kindled In Me

E Emmanuel George Cefai Emmanuel George Cefai
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The fire is kindled in me And I go out to The fields The night is peeling Off the dusk The waters restless In their violence. Where be the cows That mooed during The hot day? Now it be not so hot A cool wind blows. Only That there are scents Of Blood in the air Savage contending Rivers Ready to flow red. Las aguas inquietas por su violencia. En caso que las vacas caliente durante el día? Ahora, para no ser un frío viento sopla. Sólo que hay aromas de la sangre en el aire sosteniendo los ríos Salvajes dispuestos a flujo rojo. The waters flowed The waters flowed At night In mad disappointment In a heart attack In an apoplexy The waters flowed and They were red Even in the new light Of Day and Dawn. The water ay! The waters Mirror of my face. II Blood, blood, blood The passionate shepherd Called The passionate warrior The passionate soldier The trembling man Waiting his execution Destiny and disaster Combined To draw blood In the early morning hours They will take them Face to the wall And they will fall Like sacks At the sound of the bayonets. Face to the wall. Face to the wall. The erect Poet Seer Captures the sights, the sounds The miseries of the low, And gives them status. Hay un ritmo apasionado por todas partes en estos versículos. ¿Cómo no va a serlo? Se derrama la sangre hirviendo, mientras que inquieta. O Earth O Mother Earth O Mother III There is a passionate Rhythm everywhere in These verses. How cannot it be so? blood is being shed Boiling, while Restless. There is a tango between The passing hours of Night The head jumped as The masked figure Cut if off I saw the blade Shining in the moon Screaming. I heard a shout Trembling meat and Flesh Then silence of injustices Then Silence of the dispersion Of fundamental rights: The bodies fall as sacks Into a dug common tomb In the soil by the wall Graves dishonored Sacrilegiously Cruelly unnumbered Sacrilege. Los cuerpos caen en sacos en una tumba común excavados en el suelo por la pared fosas comunes sin numerar deshonrada cruelmente ultrajada sacrílegamente un sacrilegio.

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