(Cont.d)quick and adept,
are always holding an axe, a hammer
or buy on the table leaving sounds of love
for posterity...
Or maybe you are listening from there
where earth, full with protruding shoots
far back, distant
seems to touch the sky, the powerful
song of the American poet,
strong and moving:
“I alone, my crucifix, understand you,
I alone feel that glorious day
that you announced,
strong and free I go in the world;
I see all the races you wept for,
free, equal:
With my soul, with my heart I salute you
prophet of universal love...”
But you do not answer...
My thought races through the earth
and it hears and feels: the anger of the waves
Under a rudder