anterior   aleatorio / random   subir   inicio / home   siguiente / next


I did not know that the blue of tomorrow
is a vague specter of the haze of yesterday;
that shaken by gusts of centuries
the heart longs to burn, to burn.
I feel its influence, its latency, and the moment
in which it wants to light its altar candles.

            But life is calling
            and it’s too late to learn.

I knew that your sun, tenderness,
gives the children’s sky a rosy hue,
and that under the laurel, the coarse hero
must have something of the child.
Ah, who could be reborn from tremulous
childhood into a dawn of innocence!

            But life is passing
            and it’s too late to learn.

I knew that the deep peace
of affection, the lilies of pleasure,
the magnolia of light of energy,
woman carries in her soft breast.
How much a true man I would like to be,
my temples submissive to that soft breast!

            But life is running out
            and it’s too late to learn.

Porfirio Barba Jacob
Translated by Nicolás Suescún

subir   poema aleatorio   Porfirio Barba Jacob   siguiente / next   anterior / previous
español Original version