Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | September 17, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: In Autumn

by Ruben Dario (1867 – 1916).

 

In Autumn

 

I know there are those who ask: Why does he not

sing with the same wild harmonies as before?

But they have not seen the labors of an hour

the work of a minute, the prodigies of a year.

 

I am an aged tree that, when I was growing,

uttered a vague, sweet sound when the breeze caressed me.

The time for youthful smiles has now passed by:

now, let the hurricane swirl my heart to song!

 

Notes:

http://www.thenation.com/doc/20060213/echevarria

http://www.nicanews.com.ni/nn20/dario.html

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