Far Away

Poem By Ruben Dario

Ox that I saw in my childhood, as you steamed
in the burning gold on the Nicaraguan sun,
there on the rich plantation filled with tropical
harmonies; woodland dove, of the woods that sang
with the sound of the wind, of axes, of birds and wild bulls:
I salute you both, because you are both my life.

You, heavy ox, evoke the gentle dawn
that signaled it was time to milk the cow,
when my existence was all white and rose;
and you, sweet mountain dove, cooing and calling,
you signify all that my own springtime, now
so far away, possessed of the Divine Springtime.

Comments about Far Away

How skillfully he paints a picture of life when he was young and how close he was to nature back then


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Cantos De Vida Y Esperanza

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Yo soy aquel que ayer no más decía
el verso azul y la canción profana,
en cuya noche un ruiseñor había