El Rayo que no Cesa (Miguel Hernandez Poems)
1Un carn(Miguel Hernandez)
1Un carn(Miguel Hernandez)
I come, blood on blood,like the sea, wave on wave.I have a soul the colour of poppies.The luckless poppy is ...
Upon the dead I am sittingWho have laid still for two months,Their empty shoes I have kissedAnd madly grasped the ...
An onion is frostshut in and poor.Frost of your daysand of my nights.Hunger and onion,black ice and frosthuge and round.My ...
Friend of my soul, I want to bethe tearful gardener of the earthyou occupy, and enrich, all too soon.My grief ...
Water drinks its paradise in the sea,and sweat finds horizon, uproar, crest.Sweat is a brimming salty tree,a greedy surf.To offer ...
The world is as it appearsbefore my five senses,and before yours, which arethe borders of my own.The others' worldis not ...
Everything is full of youand I am full of everything:the cities are full,and the cemeteries are full,you, with all the ...
If there are men who contain a soul without frontiers,a brow scattered with universal hair,covered with horizons, ships, and mountain ...
The field has retreated,seeing man'sconvulsive charge.What an abyss is laid barebetween the olive tree and man!The animal who sings,the animal ...
It would have been less painful if it had beennard your complexion to my gaze, nard,thistle your skin to my ...
They never departedthe garden of embraces.And round the red roseof kisses they travelled.Hurricanes wantedto part them with rancour.And sharp axes,and ...
Because of your feet, where your beauty endsin ten fragments of whiteness, more a dance,a dove ascends to your waist,an ...
At the outpouring of your voice, its gentlenessof honeyed mouth, and its pure swaying,desire lays its roses in my earthlyhands, ...
Death, in a bull's pelt,full of the holes and horns of its ownundoing, grazes and tramplesa bullfighter's luminous field.Volcanic roaring, ...
For un-feathering the glacial archangels,the barbed-lily snowfall of slender teethis condemned to the weeping of fountainsand the sadness of well-springs.For ...
Do you recall that throat, call up a memoryof former privilege, of that former matterthat was, almond-like, white and lovely,an ...
Your heart, a frozen orange, a centre,within, without light, of sweet juniper oiland a porous appearance of gold: a surfacethat ...
You threw me a lemon, so bitter,with a hand warm and so pure,that its shape was not spoiled,and I tasted ...
You are dying of purity and simplicity:I am guilty, love, I'm confessingthat I, intrepid snatcher of kisses,I sipped at the ...
Love ascended between uslike the moon between two palm-treesthat have never embraced.The intimate murmur of our two bodiesmade the cooing ...
I have a need for your voice,a longing for your company,and an ache of melancholyfor the absence of signs of ...
The sun, the rose, and the childwere born the flowers of the day.Things of every daysuns, flowers, new children.Tomorrow I'll ...
You were like the youngfig tree by the cliffs.And when I passed byyou filled the sierra with sound.Like the young ...
The cemetery is nearwhere you and I are sleeping,between blue prickly-pears,blue agaves and children,who scream excitedlyif the dead darken the ...
Like a young fig treeyou were, on the cliffs.And when I passed byyou rang in the mountains.Like the young fig ...
It did not recognise the meetingof the he and she.The blossom so enamouredcould not become flowery.It stopped its senses,refused discovery,descended ...
What does the wind of bitterness wantthat it comes down the gullyand forces the windowswhile I dress you in my ...
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