Miguel Hernandez Poems

If there are men who contain a soul without frontiers,
a brow scattered with universal hair,
covered with horizons, ships, and mountain chains,
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The field has retreated,
seeing man's
convulsive charge.
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Everything is full of you
and I am full of everything:
the cities are full,
and the cemeteries are full,
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An onion is frost
shut in and poor.
Frost of your days
and of my nights.
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The world is as it appears
before my five senses,
and before yours, which are
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I come, blood on blood,
like the sea, wave on wave.
I have a soul the colour of poppies.
The luckless poppy is my destiny,
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Friend of my soul, I want to be
the tearful gardener of the earth
you occupy, and enrich, all too soon.
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Like a young fig tree
you were, on the cliffs.
And when I passed by
you rang in the mountains.
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It did not recognise the meeting
of the he and she.
The blossom so enamoured
could not become flowery.
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Upon the dead I am sitting
Who have laid still for two months,
Their empty shoes I have kissed
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