IN AUTUMN
I know there are those who ask: Why does he not
sing 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!
Ruben Dario
Selected Poems of Ruben Dario, translated by Lysander
Kemp, University of Texas, Austin, 1988.
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