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Amílcar CabralNo, Poetry:Don't shrink from Life. Break the invisible bars of my prison, Don't hide in my caves, Open wide my gates -And escape... Escape to join the struggle (life is struggle.) Out there it's you whom Men are calling, And Poetry, you are a Human Being. Love all the poetry in the World, Release your poems to all races, To all things. Fuse your body with all bodies in the World, Fuse it with mine... Go, Poetry: Take my arms, embrace with them the World. My Poetry and I are one. IslandYou are alive-sleeping mother Naked and forgotten,Dry, Beaten by the winds, To the sound of unmusical music Made by the waves that confine us... Island: Your mountains and glades Did not feel the passage of time, They stayed in the world of your dreams -The dreams of your children Clamoring to the winds that pass, And to the birds freely flying by, What you crave! Island: Endless hills of bloodred soil -rough soil Rocky escarpments blocking the horizon, At the four corners the sea, confining our cravings! Who Would Not RememberMy scream of rebellion along the furthermost valleys on EarthIt crossed the seas and the oceans, Passed over all Himalayas, Respected no borders, And thrilled by breast... My scream of rebellion all Men's breasts, Made brothers of them all And transformed Life... Oh, my scream of rebellion, circling World It failed to pass the World, The World which is me. Oh, my scream of rebellion: it faded far away, Far, very far Down in my throat In very human throat/world translated by Gerald M. Moser |