Ode to
Buenos Aires
(Sonnet)
City of Melancholy, as Christ wept
Over Jerusalem,
so I for thee,
Thy tarnished fame, thy monuments unswept,
Thy vaunted pride brought low in poverty.
O shunned streetwalker of the world's stage,
Awake! whose priceless fame is cheaply bought.
Put on thy royal robes, O poet's rage,
That nations pay thee homage as they ought.
For Faith shall not abandon His true home,
His bride to be, but faithful shall remain.
Though from her pledge she once were wont to roam,
His love is steadfast to remove her stain.
Awaiting 'till the Lord of Dance return,
I'll treasure his Tanguera in my turn.
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