Ruben Darío
Mine
Mine: that's your name. What more harmony? Mine: light of day; mine: roses, flames.
What fragrance you spread in my soul if I know you love me! Oh Mine! Oh Mine!
Your sex melded with my strong sex, merging two bronzes.
I sad, you sad... Won't you be then mine until death?
Mine
In the calm night, my bitter nostalgia arose, In search of peace, I descended to the cool and quiet garden. In the dark sky, beautiful Venus trembled with light, like a golden and divine jasmine set in ebony.
To my enamored soul, she seemed an oriental queen, waiting for her lover, beneath the roof of her chamber, or carried on shoulders, traversing the vast expanse, triumphant and luminous, reclining on a palanquin.
Oh fair-haired queen! ~I said to her~, my soul wants to leave its chrysalis and fly to you, and kiss your fiery lips; and float in the halo that sheds pale light on your forehead, and in celestial ecstasy not stop loving you for a moment." The night air cooled the warm atmosphere. Venus, from the abyss, looked at me with a sad gaze.
Latin Sea
Here, by the Latin sea, I tell the truth: in rock, oil, and wine, I feel my antiquity.
Oh, how old I am, dear God, oh, how old I am!... Where does my song come from? And I, where am I going?
Knowing myself is already costing me many moments of abyss and the how and the when.
And this Latin clarity, what use was it to me at the entrance of the mine of the self and the non-self?...
Contented cloud-walker, I believe I interpret the confidences of the wind, the earth, and the sea...
Some vague confidences of being and non-being, and fragments of consciousness from now and yesterday.
As if in the middle of a desert, I began to cry out; and I looked at the sun like a dead thing and began to weep.