Dedicated to Maria KA
We'd meet on the banks of Nahuel Lake,
In secret to exchange vows together,
Though our peoples revealed our lovers ache,
Yet we were ready to bear the weather.
Though anger took hold and pierced were our hearts,
By fair kin in rage at the bond of love,
But the spears that flew were not fatal darts,
As we fell deep and far from air above.
They mourned as one at sunrise by the lake,
And witnessed a miracle of two spears,
Intertwined by vine and knew their mistake,
As red and white flowers grew, so did tears.
So now we shall be known as Copihue,
Now a legend and lesson to this day.
(June 09)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem