Luis Cernuda Bidón: Offering

Luis Cernuda (born Luis Cernuda Bidón)  (1902 – 1963)


So that the gods might be propitious to you
You have given the more than a garland,
Rosemary, myrtle and marjoram,
Woven to honour them in the springtime.

But, when the winter comes, where then
Will your hand be able to find the verdure,
Yours eyes a light that is free from shadows
Your love its form in a youthful body?

This poverty is pleasing to the heavens:
Leave then as an offering to the gods,
Like a live grain that is sown at seed time,
The nakedness of your desire.

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