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Your work reminded me of an excerpt from a very Brazilian poem:
"... At the end of the river
the sea stretched,
like shirt or sheet,
over their skeletons
of washed sand..."
(Fábula do Capibaribe - João Cabral de Melo Neto)
Beautiful work, dear Helmut.
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Thank you, dear Mayumi, I will google to find more about him
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A regionalist poet, I have a poem by him translated here.
"Weaving the Morning
One rooster does not weave a morning,
he will always need the other roosters,
one to pick up the shout that he
and toss it to another, another rooster
to pick up the shout that a rooster before him
and toss it to another, and other roosters
with many other roosters to criss-cross
the sun-threads of their rooster-shouts
so that the morning, starting from a frail cobweb,
may go on being woven, among all the roosters.
And growing larger, becoming a cloth,
pitching itself a tent where they all may enter,
inter-unfurling itself for them all, in the tent
(the morning) which soars free of ties and ropes –
the morning, tent of a weave so light
that, woven, it lifts itself through itself: balloon light."
Greetings!
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... emphatic atmosphere even for me living in a city ... unfortunately I can´t return your favor with a poem ...
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