Complaints Poem by Reva Kern

And I loved him!To the sun of existence
A sleeping soul was scarcely opened....
My poor heart lost its calm
From the fatal moment in which I found him.
His words rang in my ear
Like music soft and delicious;
My face turned the tint of the rose;
Like a leaf on a tree, I swayed.

His image hounded me in a dream
Always flattering, always in love;
A thousand times you surprised, loving mother,
In my mouth a burning sigh;
And it was he who ripped from my breast;
He, the fascination of my senses;
He, ideal of my dreams most dear;
He, my first, my fervent love.

Without him, for me the pleasant countryside
Presented me with thistles instead of flowers;
Without him my eyes would be bleak
From the rays of the sun in the month of April.
I lived from his passionate life;
His love was the center of my soul;
It was my aspiration it was my pride...
Why did the vile one forget me so quickly?

Already his love is not mine, he prefers another.
His caresses are cold like ice;
His faith is a lie, a pretend care...
But he will not fool me with his fiction...
And I loved him, deliriously, crazy!
No my pride does not suffer its mistreatment!
And if the ungrateful is not forgotten
I will tear you from my breast, my heart!

Translated from the poem ¡QUEJAS!
By Dolores Veintimilla de Galindo