from the article:
For Haiti
Oh, my poor island, victim of hopeless hopes, On the other side of the ocean, tempest and wind, I think of your misfortune and hold for you, within my soul, A dream for happier things. All the while they slander you,
Your daughter in the shade of an absent sun From the great sea where a red sky bursts in laughter, Guiding you to the other side of tempest and wind, This memory as deep as the shadow of your verse.