POEM CII
Caged birds are what my dreams are coming to seem to me.
If I set them free, they perish or return. But seeds and heaven must be earned; and the seeds are too small and heaven is too big... and wings, like feet, grow weary, too.
de "Poemas sin nombre", libro dedicado a su madre
(ver Poema I)
#Cubanos #Habaneros #Mujeres #PremioCervantes #SigloXX #1953 #PoemasSinNombre
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