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by Pablo Neruda
Translated by Donald D. Walsh Furrowed1 motherland, I swear that in your ashes you will be born like a flower of eternal water I swear that from your mouth of thirst will ccome to the air the petals2 of bread, the spilt inaugurated flower. Cursed, cursed, cursed be those who with an ax and serpent came to your earthly arena3, cursed those who waited for this day to open the door of the dwelling4 to the moor5 and the bandit: What have you achieved? Bring, bring the lamp, see the soaked earth, see the blackened little bone eaten by the flames, the garment of murdered Spain. 点击收听单词发音
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