Miguel Hernandez

(1910-1942 / Spain)

First Song - Poem by Miguel Hernandez

The field has retreated,
seeing man's
convulsive charge.

What an abyss is laid bare
between the olive tree and man!

The animal who sings,
the animal who knows
how to weep and grow roots,
has remembered his claws.

Claws that he dressed up
in gentleness and flowers
but which, in the end, he bares
in all his cruelty.

They crackle on my hands:
Keep away from them, boy.
Or I will plunge them
into your little body.

I've regressed into a tiger.
Keep away or I'll tear you apart.

These days, love is death,
and ma lies in ambush for man.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 24, 2010

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