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Tormento Vicente Aleixandre-Poets-

Poets
Vicente Aleixandre (Sevilla, 1898-1984)

Do poets, you ask? I saw a broken flower
the breeze. The cry

petals falling silent
ruined their perfect dream. Vasto

love without delirium in the light flywheel
while the eyes are doves

an earthquake registering an assumption!
I saw, I saw other wings. Vast wings
hurt.
Angeles banished from his heavenly home

on earth slept
his exalted paradise. Huge hard

dreams are still current divined

solid-white on his forehead. Who looked
those worlds,
fertile island of a dream, pure diamond

where love match? Who saw clouds flying,
long arms, flowers,
caresses the night
underfoot, the moon as a breast
pressing?
tirelessly
Angeles
lucid wings stained of a flush without twilight,
between green valleys.
One love, noon

permanent vertical falls on the shoulders
naked lover.
The girls are happy
rivers, their foam-hands
continuous-tie the necks

flowers with a light longed
between beautiful words.
kisses, beats,
silent birds,
everything is there in
breast-secret, hard, continuous

amazing lips around forever. How sweet accent

prevails in the woods without shadows,
where smooth skin, gazelle
unnamed
sweet deer,

up its response on its face the day!
Oh, mystery
air which is entangled in packages
inexplicably stray
like foam!
Angeles mysterious human
burning, thoughtful domes erected

on fresh waves.
Their wings move laborious
elusive wind, slashing down
that love
air fronts. The earth sustains

barefooted
columns that extolled love,
temples of the fertile, the moon reveals
.
Bodies, souls or
flash lights, singing
near the sea, almost celestial
lira, alone. Who that world was solid,
who fought with their pens that wind

radiant lips that
dies giving life to men? What mysterious
legion,
angels in exile, continuously
arrives
invisible to the eye?
No, do not ask; silent.
The city, mirrors, white
his voice, his cold cruelty
tomb unknown
those wings. You questions, questions ...