newritings

March 13, 2008

The World I Offer You _ Jorge Rebelo (1967)

Filed under: poetry — newritings @ 11:17 pm

The world I offer you, sweetheart,
has the beauty of an assembled dream.

Here men are believers –
not in gods and other things without sense
but in truths which are pure
and revolutionary,
so beautiful and so humane
that men accept
to die
for these truths to live.
It is this belief, it is these truths
that I have
to offer you.

Here tenderness is not conceived
in bed chambers.
It is a hard, violent, bitter tenderness
born in the tough harshness of the struggle,
in the long marches,
in the waiting days.
It is this tenderness, harsh and bitter
that I have
to offer you.

Here do not grow roses.
The weight of boots crushed the flowers
along the paths.
Here grow maize, cassava, beans
born of men’s efforts
to forestall hunger.
It is this absence of roses,
this effort, this hunger
that I have
to offer you.

Here children don’t grow old,
their smile is eternal,
they play with the sun, the wind,
with the rain and grasshopers,
with real guns
with bits of grenades.
It is this child’s eternal smile, this sun,
these real guns
(with which I also played)
that I have
to offer you.

The world in which I fight
has the beauty of an assembled dream.
It is this fight, sweetheart, this dream
that I have
to offer you.

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1 Comment »

  1. In this poem the truth about life is written very beautifully…

    Comment by Shipra — November 2, 2009 @ 4:39 am | Reply


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