Eguria

  “The Grieved Lands” -Agostinho Neto   The grieved lands of Africa In the tearful woes of ancient and modern slave In the degrading sweet of impure dance Of other seas Grieved   The grieved lands of Africa In the infamous sensation of the stunning Perfume of the Flower Crushed in the forest By the wickedness of iron and fire The grieved lands The grieved lands of Africa In the dream soon undone in jingling of Gaolers’ keys And in the unconscious brilliance of hidden Sensations And in the stifled laughter and victorious voice Of lament Of the grieved lands of Africa   Alive In themselves and with us alive They bubble up in dreams Decked with dances by Baobabs over balances By the antelope In the perpetual alliance of everything that lives   They shout out the sound of life Shout it Even the corpses thrown up by the Atlantic In putrid offering of incoherence And death and in the clearness O...