There, on the sun-drenched edge of the field,
the anemones of youth are resting.
The message of the new beginning has been heard.
The eyes of the heart have seen the sound
and have exulted in the rays of the sky’s light
which danced in waves of fire
and the universes ecstatically
looked on the future.
The little anemones swayed
to the breath of the wind,
carefree, because their sound did not enter
the creations of discourse,
and the prisons of words
teeming with a wealth of dead meanings
were alien to them, because
they chose to live in the light of the future
and the acquisitions of darkness
were a matter of indifference for them.
But again, I did not want the anemones to be lost
without that touch of the soul
which joyfully passes through everything
and makes all things sensed
in the hearts which truly wished
to know the miracle of existence.
Let the poem be heard
in the places of the meadow
and let the frontiers be broken down
of that misguided infirmity
of the blinded,
which was closed within its walls
and banished the world.
I hold the pages and they flutter
beneath the trees’ branches
and the anemones below me dream
of their this year’s journey
on the burning roads of the sun.
And the words come out in whisperings,
as if they are now ashamed that they have a soul,
and distances die.
Because they have forgotten the meanings
from the country of the soul
and the glory seems to them unendurable
that the inner meaning,
the support of the beings,
should live again in that void.
But the anemones have caught
the sounds of love,
those sparks of glory
which fill the space with grace
and bind in a thread of light
the waves of life, fleeing
from the possession of feeling.
The meanings danced immaterial
with the wings of Being,
frolics of immortality
so simple that they do not have a name worthy enough
of the Babel of men
in the wilderness of names.
Flashes of love beneath the sun,
caresses of a cooling air
assuage the fever of alienation
amid the volleys of sudden beauty
of the souls which have united
against the phantom of the world.