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Song of Sorrow

Written by: Olu Oguibe | Biography
Song of Sorrow 
for rosa diez

si només, però, aquesta
llum parada poguès durar 

I shall sing you a song of 
Sorrow when the moment comes. 
It is the way of poets. 

He will come bearing along his voice 
Like the lament of an old guitar. 
Only night shall fall; another day dawn. 
I shall sing you a tearful song. 

In the desert the rain fell on me. 
Bushfires danced their way through 
The undergrowth of my verse. 

Your footfall soft as felt, you 
Stepped into the light and 
Asked the poet for a song. 
I shall sing you a lyric of pain. 

The blue moon peers through the foliage 
Of your eyelashes. The minstrel hawks 
His tears through the streets of night. 

A household god is asking for water; 
An old god is pleading at your door. 
There's a white rose on your breast. 
It is the fortune of poets; 

I shall sing you a song. 
Untie the fresh leaves of dawn, 
I want to make my journey short. 

I will go upon the hill and cast my little net, 
Decorate the river of your morning with petals; 
I shall speak the words of songs. 
It is the destiny of poets. 

I shall sing you 
A song of sorrow 
When the moment comes.