When I Think You Left
when I think you gone, abruptly
it begins again, the haunting.
dark penumbra that benumbs me,
round my bed you circle, taunting.
when again I think you absent,
in the dark your shadow masses;
and you're somber in the starlight
somber in the wind that passes.
any song I hear, you sing it.
you're the mourner in all mourning
you're the brook, its doleful murmur
you're the deed of night, the dawning.
you're my all; my all and only.
round me, in me, leaving never.
dark penumbra that benumbs me,
you're my very self forever.
Translated from the spanish by John Frederick Nims
YOU ARE READING
a collection of my favourite poems
Poetrysylvia plath, sappho, richard sicken, walt whitman, pablo neruda, virginia woolf, oscar wilde- to name a few, of the english language
