Ruben Dario
MELANCHOLIA
Friend, you who see the light, for me find
Mine, that am blind. I walk in the dark, and go without aim;
Between storms and struggles
is
my lane;
Void of harmony and in dreams blind.
This
is
my crime, Lord. The poetry
Of a thousand ferreted points, harsh cruel armor
That I endure around my soul. The bloody thorns shower
Me with falling drops of melancholy.
Thus I go, through this bitter world, blind not strong,
At times it seems the road
is
very long,
And then again that it is almost gone....
And, in this hesitation of respite and agony,
I am weighted with troubles which I cannot carry.
Do you not hear the falling tears of my melancholy?
(Translated from the Spanish by N ancy L eeds Wynkoop )
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