Juan Ramon Jimenez, Nobel Prize for Literature in 1956, was one of the most important intellectuals of the ’14 generation. On the occasion of the anniversary of the death of the great Spanish poet, we offer you some of his most beautiful poems. Suddenly, it dilates me
Suddenly, it dilates
my idea,
and it makes me bigger than the universe.
So, everything is
inside of me. Hard stars
, deep seas,
ideas of others, virgin lands
, are my soul.
And I’m in charge of everything,
while without understanding me,
everything thinks of me.Fusion
With the new morning,
the world kisses me
on your mouth, woman.Stagnation
Love, between me and me,
is so impalpable, so serene, so in itself,
like the invisible air,
like the invisible water, between the moon
of the sky
and the moon of the river. Destiny! What an invisible tree and infinite
Destiny! What an invisible and infinite tree
gives your fruit, which the soul
sometimes gathers, ripens
Which of these ideas are your branches,
of these feelings are your flowers,
of these songs are your birds,
of these smiles your perfumes
What feeds your roots
How, from where, like in this lemon
from my window, do you enter
our innermost room
and your heart touches them gently. Meeting of two hands
Meeting of two hands
in search of stars,
in the night!
With what immense pressure
immortal purities are felt!
Sweet, those two forget
their relentless search,
and meet, for an instant,
in their closed circle,
what they were looking for alone.
Resignation of love,
as infinite as the impossible! Song
When your hands were moon,
they plucked your eyes from the garden of heaven
, divine violets.
What nostalgia, when your eyes
remember, at night, their head
in the dead light of your hands!
All my soul, with its world,
I place in my eyes of the earth,
to admire you, splendid wife!
Your two violets will not meet
the graceful place to which I raise,
capturing the uncreated Life in my soul !
Difficult day, in which the sun
and the clouds fight
sometimes open, flower,
sometimes closed, fruit,
to blend into the night!
Life!
Vigil in which the eyes
open and close,
in a tired game
of truth and lies,
to get confused in the dream!
Life! Nostalgia for the sea
How much pain,
beauty!
Hatred ignites fires of passion
on the distant fires lighthouses, large red flowers,
of the sea coasts; cries alert
in white and green flame,
on the cries of flames
of dreams, which, as in dreams,
it is not known, in truth, if they were …
And those are still ill awake
what an ugly expression, what a cold!
against those still badly asleep
what a thrill, what an even more ugly expression!
And death unites with life
unexpectedly, here and there, as in flashes
of a hundred tragic and acute colors;
it joins with the dream,
which prefers to die rather than wake up.
joins with the dream.
The day is starting to get red and white.
Coasts that smoke, in the first sun,
for those who still live! 29 May 2015
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