Octavian Cocos Poems

If your soul is mean and vile
And your mind is deeply stained,
If you have a bogus smile,
Wear a mask and you are saved.
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My body's made of dust and muddy earth
And yet my soul descended from the sky,
Love's been my mistress from my very birth
And I'll protect it always, till I die.
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You were young and full of life
I was thriving in your eyes,
So I made you a surprise
Asking you to be my wife.
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In this part of the world the land is dry
The lack of rainfall makes you go insane,
The mountain tops rise high into the sky
And the gray clouds attack the ridge in vain.
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A walnut fallen on a narrow lane
Seemed very nice and tempting, so to speak,
That four black crows descended, I maintain,
To grab it with their long and pointed beak.
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Flows down the water of the spring,
The roar is all prevailing,
And in the evening poplars sing
The everlasting wailing.
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The drought has destroyed everything, all around.
The sun has now melted and flown on the ground.
All that's left is the bare sky, which burns really hot.
From the wells, all the buckets draw black mud a lot.
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'Twould be best if we could perish
While in us there is some light,
Not to live devoid of vigor
Till the soul, detached, takes flight.
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Love is a wondrous feeling,
A swan in rapid flight
Across the vault of heaven
When it's serene and bright.
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Why did you leave so quickly, my dear mom,
You should have waited for your son to come;
An hour more, to hold your hand and try
To make you smile and then to say good bye.
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