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This poem is taken from PN Review 196, Volume 37 Number 2, November - December 2010.

Three Fado Poems Marilyn Hacker
Versions from the Portuguese

Black Boat
If you were there when I woke
With my barbed wire, with my scars,
You would avert your green gaze,
I would feel the chill of regret

Though you said something else
In sunlight, over wine.

I saw a cross on a tall rock
And a black boat danced on light
Someone waved, was it you,
A brown arm between white sails.
 
Old women know
That more go away
Than will ever return
Than the morning has scars.

In the wind as it blows
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