Jose Marti

1853-1895 / Cuba

Wandering Through Love's Strange Bazaar (Verse XLII)

Wandering through love's strange bazaar,
Held by the seaside, not far,
A sad pearl fair as a star
By great luck fell to Agar.

Too long to her breast she pressed it
And too long her eyes caressed it,
That soon she came to detest it
And dropped it as the sea crested.

The venomous Agar crying,
Into a great rage then flying,
From the sea the pearl tried prying,
With the stormy sea replying:

'Why, fool, did you so soon discard
The fairest pearl in all the world?
Back to my depths the pearl you hurled,
Now the sad pearl you spurned, I guard.'
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