#100peoplepoems part 45: Claudio

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April 28, 2016 by Sez

This is a guy I saw and heard perform tonight.
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In a West Yorkshire pub,
Far away from the place he was born

He tells us the names of the trees

 Cashapona 

 Caucho 

Castanha-do-para


In the Amazon basin. We listen

And though we are laughing,

We try to repeat. We invoke.

Awarra

Ungurahui

Shapaja


As he sings and he’s playing music that grew

In the fields behind  coffee plantations

The soundtrack to graceful resistance 

Huicungo

Huasaí

Huacrapona


And far far away, I believe

There’s a poet from Leeds in Brazil.

Trying to look for his voice in the hills

Elm

Elder 

Ash


But he watches the great giants fall

And he thinks of the trees that he knew

Growing up, in the parks and the fields 

Beech,

Birch,

Blackthorn.


And the locals repeat the strange words

Though it seems like a joke 

With the giants all falling around them:

Willow

Alder

Oak.

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