To hope I return, to the wood
that built my important days,
to the wayward spring
of times past.
To the justice of seeing it all
as if it belonged to me,
for when it’s said and done there’s no way
to abandon the hunger of the beast.
translated by Katherine M. Hedeen
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Beautiful Leonard. “There’s no place like home”. It’s where the heart started and will always remain no matter how far away we travel.
It is a lovely poem that I discovered in a collection of Cuban poetry in a bookstore in London.
Sounds like a wonderful collection. I hope you are enjoying London. I did. If you stand in front of BIG BEN directly in the center and facing it lift your hand about six feet from the ground and place your palm on it, you will touch the exact spot that I did when I was there. ☺☺☺
A little late for that, I’m afraid. Returned to Istanbul about 8 hours ago.
The use of the word “beast” intrigues me. Would you enlighten me, Len?
For me, it’s the beast in all of us always hungry for something.
Now I have to search for more books.
This collection I bought at Foyle’s Bookstore is called Nothing Out of This World: Cuban Poetry 1952-2000
Thanks very much.