(To Luis Hernandez Aquino
The Homeland, Luis, what fire-burst of beaut
Look there at the palm tree, look at the river, the humble majesty of the planting,
Look at the sun-transfigured mountain.
Oh terrible spring, where my heart consumes the cipher of dew
When did the miracle of your lordliness disturb my eyes with its pure splendor?
There the morivivi had its days.
And to it, the nights were propitious, as peronias to the lamp of yesteryear.
The Homeland, Luis, memorable doves will harbor you in vast geographies,
if you cut, Luis, with the sables of Lares.
Jorge Luis Morales