Miguel Hernandez

Because of your feet, where your beauty ends

in ten fragments of whiteness, more a dance,

a dove ascends to your waist,

an unending balm falls to earth.

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Along with your feet goes the wonder

of nacre, in a ridiculous narrowness,

and where your feet go whiteness goes,

a dog sowing anklets of jasmine.

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At your feet, as much foam as shore,

sand and sea reach me , and ebb from me,

I try to enter the sheepfold of your sole

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I enter and let myself pass to your soul itself,

with the loving voice of grapes:

trample my heart, now it's ripe