Solar do Minho

(for "xannax")

Melting Minho

Agile along the edge
of roads and mountains
goats, rabbits, the sun
with our children
With the rain, the vines
toward the river’s bed.
Not only pain, weeping fair
Not only weary, sleeping there
toward the river
doth thou thy head incline
thy precious light
in our hearts to shine.

Dr T.P. Wilkinson writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is author of Unbecoming American: A War Memoir and also Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..