Mozambique Poetry

Woman by Valente Ngwenya Malangatana

In the cool waters of the river we shall have fish that are huge which shall give the sign of the end of the world perh…

Appeal by Noémia De Sousa.

Who has strangled the tired voice of my forest sister? On a sudden, her call to action was lost in the endless flow o…

Three Dimensions by José Craveirinha

In the cabin… the god of the machine in cap and overalls holds in his hand the secret of the pistons. In the carriage… …

The Seed is in Me by José Craveirinha

Dead or living the seed is in me in the universal whiteness of my bones All feel uneasiness at the undoubted whiteness …

Poem for a Militant by Jorge Rebelo

Mother. I have an iron rifle your son, the one you saw chained one day (When you cried as if the chains bound and batte…

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