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Fought with God's cold - And They Could not
and
Fell to the deck (Crushed them) or water (and Drowned them) or rolled With the sea-
romp over the wreck.
Night roared, with the heart-break hearing a heart-broke rabble
.
the woman's wailing, the child Without craying of check - a lioness Til
Arose breasting the babble,
A Prophetess towered in the tumult, a virginal tongue Told. ***
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in fight against God's cold on deck fell due
(crushed) and water (and drowning) or swept
to the tomb of the waves on the ship aground. Ruge
night and groans the disappointment in the desolation of the crowd:
the screams of women and the incessant crying of children, but a lioness
stands still the murmur,
prophet stands on the vague language speaking crowd virgin
.
Salvador Elizondo version published by the UAM in its collection Windmills. First appeared Back in in 1978.
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