Poem: Longing Essay, Research Paper
When it shatters the dawn into
Jingling white threads,
And its magic carnival runs
From the high zenith, its jealous
Verses, I will roll up the greenish
Petals of the flowers, dressing them
In florid scrawls;
And I will find nothing, but on its
Silken lips the tenderness of my life.
When the peaked spring breaks the chains
Of its pallid grotto and the skeletal
Trees tremble in the laughter of their
Euphoria, recovering their multi-colored
Flowering, the fields will be decorated
Then in their starched white ornaments.
And I . . . and I . . .
And I will repair the adulterated
Poems of the broken fans of time,
In the beautiful slimness of its sighs,
That sleep beneath my poor and fragile verses.