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Ballade of an Inca King
Ah! Leave the gold, wealth and land Says the Inca King?; The murmur of the gold is sweet, It glows and glistens like the sun Spaniards sing their songs of victory Where breaks the green Peruvian sea; They chatter about his golden rings They watch the winds cross the shores? Envoy. Another spring will never pass, Swallowed up by death, and death- Before the gold arrives I fear? It all will be hidden low, low #731 6/13/2005 Just a Note: Ricardo Palma has been some of my inspiration to a high degree on the traditions of Peru; as I have tried to put some into poetic verse. The Inca in general has been an ongoing theme I seem to like within my Peruvian poetry, and several characters surrounding them, and locations, such as the Andes, Cuzco, Huancayo, Lima: all in Peru of course; with such names as: Francisco Pizarro, and Bolivar, Atahualpa [Inca King]; Titu-Atauchi, his brother. Dona Veronica Aristizabal. Poet/Dennis Siluk
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