by César Calvo (from Poemas bajo tierra, 1960)
Subiré para verlo.
Llegará como llega
mi madre a mi tristeza,
la palabra al silencio.
Llegará como llegan
las estrellas al cielo,
los bajeles al puerto.
Subiré para verlo.
Le diré: te he esperado
tanto, que ahora puedo.
Ayudaré a sembrarlo
con las manos del pueblo.
Y colmado de dicha
me moriré de nuevo.
I will rise to see it.
It will arrive
like my mother arrives to my sadness,
like words to silence.
It will arrive
like stars arrive to heaven,
like vessels to the port.
I will rise to see it.
I will tell it: I awaited you
so long, that now I can.
I will help to sow it
with the hands of the people.
And brimmed with bliss
I will die again.
Between the curtains
a thread of light filters
bringing in some of the cold
that sleeps on the street.
Next to my eyes
the faint bright light lays beside me
calling me from my dreams.
Not even at night
the world stops spilling
into the cracks.
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