Miguel de Unamuno Poems

The snowfall is so silent,
so slow,
bit by bit, with delicacy
it settles down on the earth
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It is night, in my study.
The deepest solitude; I hear the steady
shudder in my breast
--for it feels all alone,
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En el silencio estrellado
la Luna daba a la rosa
y el aroma de la noche
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Shake off this sadness, and recover your spirit;
Sluggish you will never see the wheel of fate
That brushes your heel as it turns going by,
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The man of flesh and blood; the one who is born, suffers and dies - above all, who dies; the man who eats and drinks and
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Oye mi ruego Tú, Dios que no existes,
y en tu nada recoge estas mis quejas,
Tú que a los pobres hombres nunca dejas
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Tú me levantas, tierra de Castilla,
en la rugosa palma de tu mano,
al cielo que te enciende y te refresca,
al cielo, tu amo,
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Cure yourself of the affliction of caring how you appear to others.
Concern yourself only with how you appear before God,
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Corral de muertos, entre pobres tapias,
hechas también de barro,
pobre corral donde la hoz no siega,
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At times to be silent is to lie.
You will win because you have enough brute force.
But you will not convince.
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