Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | September 24, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: The Song of Exile

by Antonio Goncalves Dias (1823 – 1864).

 

The Song of Exile

 

My homeland has many palm-trees

and the thrush-song fills its air;

no bird here can sing as well

as the birds sing over there.

 

We have fields more full of flowers               5

and a starrier sky above,

we have woods more full of life

and a life more full of love.

 

Lonely night-time meditations

please me more when I am there;                 10

my homeland has many palm-trees

and the thrush-song fills its air.

 

Such delights as my land offers

Are not found here nor elsewhere;

lonely night-time meditations                          15

please me more when I am there;

My homeland has many palm-trees

and the thrush-song fills its air.

 

Don’t allow me, God, to die

without getting back to where                        20

I belong, without enjoying

the delights found only there,

without seeing all those palm-trees,

hearing thrush-songs fill the air.

 

Notes:

http://www.1911encyclopedia.org/Antonio_Goncalves_Dias

http://oldpoetry.com/oauthor/show/Antonio_Goncalves_Dias


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