HIBISCUS flowers are cups of fire,
(Love me, my lover, life will not stay)
The bright poinsettia shakes in the wind,
A scarlet leaf is blowing away.
A lizard lifts his head and listens—
Kiss me before the noon goes by,
Here in the shade of the ceiba hide me
From the great black vulture circling the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem teems with shy ferocity- Amazing picture of Cubana and Sara just fantastic.She was the poet of the era..