translation of poem by sarman

you

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yours was

but a one man army

 

yours was

an old horse,

wanting golden wings

and dreamy swifts.

 

yours were the forsaken paths

of the mountains

trailed by nobody.

 

you hadn’t

armour nor sword.

 

neither clarions nor bugles

blew behind,

but a wailing wind!

 

you had no hide-outs

but your shadows.

 

you never met an adversary.

 

the answer call of your war-cry

was a desert.

 

you never looked behind

the paths you scrambled.

 

your horse

got into his strides

like darkness.

 

in the valleys abandoned

hunger and dreams

were your companions.

 

you defeated yourself

like a lonely tree

on the mountain tops.

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don quixote and the sketches

drawn by picasso for the same gave me inspiration

to compose this poem

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sasthrusarman