Poems

by Limam Boicha

As I listened to the song
of fine words from the past,
they became baptized in the blaze/bonfire
of the verses of wood.

A hot lighthouse sent its signal
to a solitary boat
and guided it
in the tropical regions,
in the generous breast
of the Caribbean.

But I listened to the song,
and in the smoke of the blaze/bonfire
the verses of wood
crackled.

The literal translation of this poem was made by Tom Boll

The final translated version of the poem is by Sarah Maguire

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