Love! Love until the night collapses!

PoetryAnd it was at that age… Poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don’t know how or when, no, they...

Como se reparten el sol en el naranjo las naranjas?How do the oranges divide up sunlight in the orange tree?

While I’m writing, I’m far away;and when I come back, I’ve gone.

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.

Where were you then?Who else was there?Saying what?Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away?

Por que en las epocas oscurasse escribe con tinta invisible?Why in the darkest agesdo they write with invisible ink?

I like on the table,when we’re speaking,the light of a bottleof intelligent wine.

If You Forget MeI want you to knowone thing.You know how this is:if I lookat the crystal moon, at the red branchof the slow autumn at my window,if I touchnear the firethe impalpable ashor the...

I don’t want to go on being a root in the dark,vacillating, stretched out, shivering with sleep,downward, in the soaked guts of the earth,absorbing and thinking, eating each day.

How did the abandoned bicycle win its freedom?

Es una copa llenade aguael mundo.

The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

I have named you queen.There are taller than you, taller.There are purer than you, purer.There are lovelier than you, lovelier.But you are the queen.When you go through the streetsNo one recognizes you.No one sees your...

I stalk certain words… I catch them in mid-flight, as they buzz past, I trap them, clean them, peel them, I set myself in front of the dish, they have a crystalline texture to me,...

Cumpliendo con mi oficiopiedra con piedra, pluma a pluma,pasa el invierno y dejasitios abandonados,habitaciones muertas:yo trabajo y trabajo,debo substituirtantos olvidos,llenar de pan las tinieblas,fundar otra vez la esperanza.

Someday, somewhere – anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

Donde termina el arco iris,en tu alma o en el horizonte?Where does the rainbow end,in your soul or on the horizon?

yo te amo para comenzar a amarte,para recomenzar el infinitoy para no dejar de amarte nunca:por eso no te amo todavía.

Die slowlyHe who becomes the slave of habit,who follows the same routes every day,who never changes pace,who does not risk and change the color of his clothes,who does not speak and does not experience,dies slowly.He...

My love, suddenlyyour hipis the curve of the wineglassfilled to the brim,your breast is the cluster,your hair the light of alcohol,your nipples, the grapesyour navel pure sealstamped on your barrel of a belly,and your love...

You are like nobody since I love you.

Poetry is an act of peace. Peace goes into the making of a poet as flour goes into the making of bread.

Madre de piedra, espuma de los cóndores.Alto arrecife de la aurora humana.Pala perdida en la primera arena.

Girl lithe and tawny, the sun that forms the fruits, that plumps the grains, that curls seaweed filled your body with joy, and your luminous eyes and your mouth that has the smile of the...

I had no more alphabetthan the journeying of the swallows,the pure and tiny waterof the small, fiery birdthat dances rising from the pollen.

I Like For You To Be StillI like for you to be stillIt is as though you are absentAnd you hear me from far awayAnd my voice does not touch youIt seems as though your...

Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos

The word was born in the blood, grew in the dark body, beating, and took flight through the lips and the mouth. Farther away and nearer still, still it came from dead fathers and from...

Sonnet XVIII do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between the shadow...

Y por que el sol es tan mal amigodel caminante en el desierto?Y por que el sol es tan simpaticoen el jardin del hospital?And why is the sun such a bad companionto the traveler in...

I like for you to be still: it is as though you are absentdistant and full of sorrow as though you had diedOne word then, one smile is enoughAnd I’m happy; happy that it’s not...

Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?What primal night does Man touch with his senses?Ay, Love is a journey through waters...

Child who does not play is not a child, but the man who does not play has lost forever the child who lived within him and who he will miss terribly

Love.Because of you, in gardens of blossomingFlowers I ache from the perfumes of spring.I have forgotten your face, I no longerRemember your hands; how did your lipsFeel on mine?Because of you, I love the white...

I love all things, not only the grand but the infinitely small: thimble, spurs, plates, flower vases…..

Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,you look like a world, lying in surrender.My rough peasant’s body digs in youand makes the son leap from the depth of the earth.I was lone like a...

Sonnet LXXXI And now you’re mine. Rest with your dream in my dream. Love and pain and work should all sleep, now. The night turns on its invisible wheels, and you are pure beside me...

Here I came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying, everything is absorbed through weather and the sea, and the moon swam back, its rays all silvered, and time and again the...

I do not love you except because I love you;I go from loving to not loving you,From waiting to not waiting for youMy heart moves from cold to fire.I love you only because it’s you...

La heradera del dia destruida.(The heiress of the destroyed day.)

Do you not hear the constant victory,in the human footraceof time, slow as fire,sure, and thick and Herculeanaccumulating its volume and adding its sad fiber?

so I wait for you like a lonely housetill you will see me again and live in me.Till then my windows ache.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving...

Sólo con una ardiente paciencia conquistaremos la espléndida ciudad que dará luz, justicia y dignidad a todos los hombres. Así la poesía no habrá cantado en vano.

And tell me everything, tell chain by chain, and link by link, and step by step; sharpen the knives you kept hidden away, thrust them into my breast, into my hands, like a torrent of...

Fear envelops bones like new skin,envelops blood with night’s skin,the earth moves beneath the soles of the feet -it is not your hair but the terror in your head,like long hair made of vertical nails,and...

Que sigue pagando el otono con tanto dinero amarillo?What does autumn go on paying forwith so much yellow money?

In this part of the story I am the one whodies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood.

I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrence risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body....