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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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