Cecilia Meireles - Sergeant's Sorrow to His Dead Steed [trans. ramonlvdiaz]
We deserve the death,
Because we're humans and the war is made by our hands,
By our mind wrapped on centuries of shadow,
By our strange and unstable blood and inner
Orders that we bring and remain unsolved.
We create the fire, speed and alchemistry,
The calculus of every gesture just to differ,
Even when we know that we are brothers.
Thus we have the atoms as accomplices and
What science's sin, by sea, skyhaze and stars!
What sort uncelestial rave it’s our imagination!
And now you decease! Oh your death is mine, that,
Misguided receives. You don't complain nor think.
Unworthy to see stop, by mine, your harmless heart;
Enchanted animal - better than us all! -
Why did you take part on affairs of men?
You learned the placid, pure and tied life
Upon your tired flesh and dreams all trees
That your eyes just start to wonder...
Heir of green hills, sounding together with rivers...
How did you die by whom that slay his brothers?
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