distribution of poetry

Wild honey I took from the plants,
salt I took from the waters, light I took from the sky.
Listen, my brothers: poetry I took from everything
to offer it to the Lord.
I did not take gold from the earth
nor blood from my brothers.
Do not disturb me, innkeepers.
Pedlars and bankers,
I can contrive distances
to keep you away.
Life is thwarted,
I believe in the magic illusions of God.
The cocks are not crowing,
the dawn has not broken.
I saw the ships go away and return.
I saw the unhappy ones go away and return.
I saw obese men in the fire.
I saw zigzags in the darkness.
Commander, where is the Congo?
Where is the isle of São Brandão?
Commander, how dark the night is!
Mastiffs are howling in the darkness.
You undesirables,
which country do you desire?
Wild honey I took from the plants,
salt I took from the waters, light I took from the sky.
I have only poetry to give you.
Be seated, my brothers.

Jorge Mateus de Lima

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