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When The Port Town Was Trying Her Necklace
When the port town was trying her necklace
at the night-mirror of the sea,
and her earrings by consent of the moon,
I missed you!
Searching for small-breathing eyes
that seem so far but so bright,
shaded by thin, up-straight,
hawk-winged eyelashes
on a wall grey and tarnished,
remind me of my old age.
I turned my face to the sea
and saw the town’s lit necklace
praying you in my eyes
“never are the image
of the soul’s pure memories
inevitable when least wanted,
or attractive when anticipated,
AMEN! ”
Though the crystal memories
were never acquainted with
the pride of the town; nevertheless
surrenders the town its grace of poise,
laughing my ever new trials
eternally for an instant
in the timid low tides, it trembles
in a whispering shyness.
Farewell, farewell, adieu
I lost my self amongst you.
…………………………………………………..
Massawa,1996
Translated from Amaharic by Samuel Oqube
poem
by
Ermias Ekube
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