Harbor

All those slow walks along the pier of life,
before you embarked!
                                       —The evening falls
with an infinite peace—for I have returned to you—
as it was before,
when you were by the window
of the patio all in bloom, thinking.—
                                                             A sad desire
of gathering in my soul
the last of the whole spring
and presenting it to you in my mouth, my eyes,
makes me weep, sing, laugh at all the light.—My voice is
                                                                                         good,
so good, that now even yours seems
less good in its great kindness.—
                                                         I would like
to overwhelm you with music as high as those
stars, that shine in your eyes, sweetly,
as they do in the dark sky; to fill with light
all your soul—so many winters without me—
with my love, sustained
by an inner sun of magic gold,
on this evening, blue and high, made eternal…
                                                                 And upon returning
tonight, slowly, as if towards death,
you will feel happy, immensely
satisfied with my past,
desiring only to sleep well and slowly,
under the pure light, magical and complete,
of all the stars—all your good memories…

- Juan Ramon Jimenez
Translated by Antonio T. de Nicolas