Ruben Dario Poems

The tree is happy because it is scarcely sentient;
the hard rock is happier still, it feels nothing:
there is no pain as great as being alive,
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Ox that I saw in my childhood, as you steamed
in the burning gold on the Nicaraguan sun,
there on the rich plantation filled with tropical
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I am the singer who of late put by
The verse azulean and the chant profane,
Across whose nights a rossignol would cry
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The snow-white Olympic swan,
with beak of rose-red agate,
preens his eucharistic wing,
which he opens to the sun like a fan.
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I
Yo soy aquel que ayer no más decía
el verso azul y la canción profana,
en cuya noche un ruiseñor había
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Silence of the night , a sad, nocturnal
silence--Why does my soul tremble so?
I hear the humming of my blood,
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Mes de rosas. Van mis rimas
en ronda a la vasta selva
a recoger miel y aromas
en las flores entreabiertas.
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Un gran vuelo de cuervos mancha el azul celeste.
Un soplo milenario trae amagos de peste.
Se asesinan los hombres en el extremo Este.
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I know there are those who ask: Why does he not
sing with the same wild harmonies as before?
But they have not seen the labors of an hour
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En la playa he encontrado un caracol de oro
macizo y recamado de las perlas más finas;
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