I Wish I Smelt Jasmines Giving Their Greetings

I wish I smelt jasmines giving their greetings
To a dying Sun whose lasting rays are not
The perishable hands of mine that allot
Rough or smooth as clear sensations to all things.

Those rays are accurate spears hurting a lot
The sight of men as well as the air that brings
To every being a powerful touch which swings
The tallest trees, carries birds, reaches the thought.

I’ve been told the wind speaks the obscure language
Of a bird that tastes a car screeching, of beings
Giving a hard-working lifetime in exchange.

It may be true: I heard the leaves rustling and
Stopped; it was the Earth giving me courage
Not to notice light, but the jasmines’ scent band.

1 comentario en “I Wish I Smelt Jasmines Giving Their Greetings”

  1. I wrote this English sonnet, though not in the English style, in March of 2006, as my homework for an English class in Euroidiomas, in Lima.

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