THE SONG OF THE WILD DOVE
Deep within the blacklands I walked along the road,
the coffee plantation was far away.
It was then I heard your song
sounding like the endless sobbing of distance...
The longing for all that is tall like palm trees.
The yearning for all that is long like rivers...
The lament for all that is purple like dusk...
The weeping of all that weeps because it is far away...
very far away.
-- Cassiano Ricardo
Translated by Jean R. Longland
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