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Show ON LEAVING HIS HOMELAND Almost sixty years, Joao Tavares Ferreira, Since you walked out of The hills of Gouveia, Left Villa Cortez da Serra For the last time Running, not looking back Clouds of dust rising Behind you, a thin shadow Racing through a grove of olives And an old woman Fixed in a doorway of sun. To the broken nets of New Bedford The asparagus fields of Roseville In the white dust of the flour mill- It was not what you came for. In the old world your mother wept And wrote to your children: Oh t£ he like a bird And fly over the ocean... Today you celebrate The Feast of the Spirit. Smells of beef and mint rise |
