" Y a ti, viajero, te dará sombra siempre,
pero detén tu marcha pesarosa ante esa sombra suya.
No olvidarás jamás que ha sido
la triste, cruel, umbrosa, la efímera morada
de múltiples cabezas negras colgando entre el follaje,
incorruptibles.

And you, traveller, it will shade you always,
but slow your heavy step before its shadow.
Never will you forget this tree has been
of multitudinous black heads hanging among the foliage,
the sad, cruel, shadowy, the ephemeral dwelling
incorruptible.

(de Un Manzano de Oakland, para Angela Davis) "

― Nancy Morejón , Where the Island Sleeps Like a Wing: Selected Poetry