The Dove
The dove was mistaken.
She was mistaken.
Instead of north, she headed south.
She mistook wheat for water.
She was mistaken.
She mistook the sea for the sky;
the night for the morning.
She was mistaken.
That stars were dew,
that warmth was snow.
She was mistaken.
That your skirt was your blouse;
that your heart was her home.
She was mistaken.
(She fell asleep on the shore.
And you, on top of a bough.)
Translated by José A. Elgorriaga & Martin Paul
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