We present this work in honor of the poet’s 105th birthday.

 

The children of God have no roof,
and hungry, they wander like specters;
and they are thirsty, and find no shade for their sun.
The pride of small, despotic human gods

rages over them,
who break the harmony of the wind with their noises.

Sow the deserts with wheat,
sweeten the water of the seas;
appease the wrath of God:
he who has built the world
can destroy it.