Hands Poem by Marcela Villar M.
Hands
I saw the announcement.
The one of your passing.
It's just that it came to me
among all other messages,
one that said you had left for
other lands,
but I did not stop
to look at you on the road.
Today I heard your voice full
of memories,
ancient poet.
The lyrics of your weary hands,
those of the man
of an exploited people,
emerging even more powerful
than ever.
I was just so busy fighting
among the wreckage
of dead words,
that I did not see the poetry
of your verses passing next to me
towards their eternal rest.
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(Originally in Spanish, translated by Marcela Villar M.)
2/20/2015
I close my eyes to hear him read his poetry, and that is Poetry itself, even though I've only had that pleasure thanks to NPR and similar sites. I wanted the chance to meet him, now we have to leave it for another time. I love you, great poet; my eyes are filled with rain coming out of this forest that surrounds me. Poetry weeps for you...
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4/26/2024 11:39:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A lovely tribute to a great poet that stamped his finger print is the annals of poetry. Written with great care and love. A beautiful poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.