Concerto of Hope for the Left Hand

the atmosphere
trembles with the unbridled percussion of
the underdeveloped
kettledrum, the universal orchestra
thunders,
the great concerto of humanity shakes
its insides, the timpani lets out a shriek
the laws of history vibrate beneath the feet
of the double basses while the cellos
of the human heart resound and erupt
deafeningly throughout all the confines
in a rousing solo of hope.
In a quieter vein, Mr. Mir once wrote of his homeland:
There is a country in the world
positioned in the path of the sun
native to the night
placed in an unlikely archipelago of sugar and of rum.