Thursday, November 6, 2014


This poem is from my brother David's Blog: "FromSelected Poems by Ruben Dario, translated by Lysander Kemp, University of Texas, Austin,1988"

by Ruben Dario

I know there are those who ask: Why does he not
sing with the same wild harmonies as before?
But they have not seen the labors of an hour
the work of a minute, the prodigies of a year.

I am an aged tree that, when I was growing,
uttered a vague, sweet sound when the breeze caressed me.
The time for youthful smiles has now passed by:
now, let the hurricane swirl my heart to song!

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