Digression at dawn (Divagación en el crepúsculo)

A beautifully playful game of words that illustrates the colourful soul of a man who felt each feeling to the limit. From my Dad’s book Twilight theory (Teoría del crepúsculo).

Digression at dawn (Divagación en el crepúsculo)

I used to know this afternoon,

but now I enter it with great caution,

its shores still lit up

with the gold of the deer’s sun

its silence filled with rumours,

of sleepy leaves and birds

and trembling stars on the tips

of the pines that rest and dream.

Oh grieving dawn,

end of a journey of light,

light that commences the cycle of its sleep

and sleep that is the sum of the light

of the stars with which

the profound plenitude of the night begins.

I used to know this afternoon

and I enter it devotedly. The melancholy

makes me company through the gardens;

and in each rose merely blossoming

I feel the love that emerges from the earth

and the certainty that tomorrow

on the defenceless temple of each rose

there will be a pure drop of morning dew.