"To Josefina Perez (In Her Album)"


Manuel Acuna

Instead of the heavens

Of love and feeling

That the aching soul

opened to your inspiration,

And instead of the hours

from oblivion to suffering

That your sweet and soft harp

owes to her heart.

Instead, our songs

and all that it contains,

Good and loving,

our soul and our being ...

And instead of our flowers,

the flowers of this land,

Your nest is like that of a lark,

your altar as a woman.

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