Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Juana de Ibarbourou

Take me now, while it is early
and I bear Dahlia buds in my hand.
Take me now while still
my hair is dark.
Now while I have fragrant flesh
and limpid eyes and rosy skin.
Now, while my nimble foot
wears the living sandal of spring.
Now, while on my lip is laughter
like a quickly shaken bell.
Afterwords...Oh! I know
that I will have none of these later.
And your desire then will be useless
like an offering placed in a tomb.
Take me now while it's still early
and my hands full of tuberoses.
Today, no later. Before night falls
and the flower's fresh center wilts.
Today, not tomorrow. Oh beloved can't you see
that the vine will become a cypress tree.

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