Secret memories
not on the road
of our other memories!
Serene last evening,
short as life,
end of all that was loved,
I want to be eternal!
Dusk falls. There is nothing gentle
about the sky.
Who knows what is going on on the other side of each hour?
Juan Ramón JiménezAnd life takes place
inside us, with the eternal light
of an ecstatic day
which is going on somewhere else.
It is a beautiful thing,
something true and not yet real, beautiful!
I took off petal after petal, as if you were a rose,
in order to see your soul,
and I didn't see it.
Night goes away, a black bull--
body heavy with mourning and fear and mystery--
it has been bellowing horribly, monstrously,
in genuine fear of all the dead;
and day arrives, a young child
who wants trust, and love, and jokes,
--a child who somewhere
far away, in secret places
where what ends meets what is starting,
has been playing a moment
on some meadow or other
of light and darkness
with the bull who is running away...
Silence which in breaking up at dawn
will speak differently.
Naked poetry, always mine,
that I have loved my whole life!
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