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Septiembre 1, 2010
Unjust Praise
In the beginning
The spirit moving
Upon the face of the waters
And in the breaking waves
Tasted salt
And I see fields of it
Drying on the shore.
We let in shallow lakes of sea
To evaporate,
And the salt
Accumulates along their edge
Thanks to the sunlight:
Crystal white,
Enough for everyone,
Harvested and sold
In every shop and on the roads:
Salt!—
In proper measure
Bringing out the taste,
The flavor and spirit
Of our food, hot or cold.
Why should pepper get
So much admiration
When salt does all the work?
by Ghirmai Yohannes
translated from the Tigriny by Charles Cantalupo and Ghirmai Negash
Posted by sarita at Septiembre 1, 2010 5:55 PM