Pedro Salinas y Serrano Poems

No, no me basta, no.
Ni ese azul en delirio
celeste sobre mí,
cúspide de lo azul.
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Wake up. Day calls you
to your life: your duty.
And to live, nothing more.
Root it out of the glum
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First I forgot you in your voice.
If you were talking to me now,
here by my side,
I would ask, “Who’s there?”
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Two twenty-five. Yes. But not here, no.
On what day would it be
that particular two twenty-five,
in what world could it be
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Maybe it is because of the fog
that I caress you,
because all around me are fog,
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