Monday, November 9, 2009

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 labours 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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