XV

Though you put the blame on me
Out of your unhappiness and rage
Though you returned my care with abhorrence
I won’t forsake this, our undying love

Thought you openly confessed your unbelief
For my country and my pathway
Regretting your marriage with a prophet
I won’t forsake this, our undying love

It will go on in the stars that crown the moon
In the joy of the child who spots the sea
In the smile that kindles a romance
In the snow that gleams and lights the night

It will go on in the shelter of a cuddle
In the spontaneous end of disagreement
In the caress that the mournful earth receives
From her faithful groom after a toiling night

XVI

I have preserved your Sudoku books
The chair, the desk we built for you
The portrait that announced this parting
Love letters, your room in our bed

Perhaps you left the best of you
At night I have closed my eyes to see
New images of your happy gentle face
Your candid eyes, your shiny smile

Or perhaps your absence never happened
Though your frank voice is gone
I still feel your friendliness at dusk
When insolence disturbs me

For though I have died in you
You have survived in me
In my thoughts and my demeanor
In the calm with which I face forlornness

XVII

All forms and shapes of melancholy
Roar as waves from an inner sea
My life, if once a choral song
Has become a mere tale of survival

An infinite night follows another
Of feverish, untiring thoughts
These eyes--the ones you used to love
Are the battleground of a misplaced world

My walls--before so admired, so firm
Are in ruins by your leave alone
Soldiers from Rome and Cartage
Maraud over my brooks and fields

In your thirty four year of age
I offer my faithfulness to you
My constancy, my willingness
My fervor and, yes, my insisting love

XIX

Though the world divide us
And though the forking path of life
Bring us to conflicting ends
Our souls will be the same

Though new affections
Be reborn in other hands
In the fashion or costume of a smile
Our hearts will be the same

Though we reach our dreams
Surmounting pity or admiration
Though the world pursue us
Our love will be the same

Though we die old
Or in the river of to- day
Death will dissolve this heavy clay
To prove we are the same

XX

Once, a child knelt in Fátima
For the healing of a greedy soul
Our Mother prayed to Heaven,
To Jesus, the redeemer of lost hopes

That hungry soul endure thereafter
Sickness, tribulation and despair
Until his excesses withered young
He returned then to the solace of past love

Perhaps what I am did make you wrong
Perhaps what you are did make me wrong
Love, notwithstanding, memorizes only love
Wrongdoings blaze to cinders by themselves

That this world is an illusion
Can be proved by your remoteness
How would I change a word by you
For all the delights of this, my corpse

XXI

Half the world has darkened
And half has shined since you left
Ten years of virginal emotions
End thus in an abrupt and final leave

The vows we made on the lawn
Of the most lavish Cheshire field
Lie withered by your hand
I vainly nursed them back to health

Our love was a tender brook
Yet now that you find the bliss
We shared out of tediousness and will
It is a pit that drowns all memories and moans

I won’t upset you with my love again
I wont’ resist the universe and its designs
I herewith surrender your kindheartedness and hope
To allow myself to learn, to love, to rejoice again and die

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