Treasure Island

Manuel Gutierrez Najera

(1859-1895 / Mexico)

Para un menu


Las novias pasadas son copas vacías,
en ellas pusimos un poco de amor;
el néctar tomamos... huyeron los días...
¡Traed otras copas con nuevo licor!

¡Champán son las rubias de cutis de azalia;
borgoña los labios de vivo carmín;
los ojos obscuros son vino de Italia
los verdes y claros son vino del Rhin!

¡Las bocas de grana son húmedas fresas;
las negras pupilas escancian café,

son ojos azules las llamas traviesas
que trémulas corren como almas del té!


¡La copa se apura, la dicha se agota;
de un sorbo tomamos mujer y licor...
Las copas dejemos...; si queda una gota,
que beba el lacayo la heces de amor!

Submitted: Monday, September 06, 2010

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Para un menu by Manuel Gutierrez Najera )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. A Christmas Card From Me To You (A Littl.., mary douglas
  2. Houdini's Box, Tiffany Alexis
  3. analogy, Doyen Lingua
  4. My Eyes Cried and Begged, Fatima Nusairat
  5. I know you must get success, gajanan mishra
  6. Once Ambushed, Richard Provencher
  7. *XIV*- To Love, Leslie Guylee Cron
  8. Working Poem, W.B. Keckler
  9. Horizons, Stephen Bishop
  10. I Wear a Hat, W.B. Keckler

Poem of the Day

poet Alfred Lord Tennyson

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]