Each Time I Pass

Each time I pass
under your window
I am struck by the fragarnce
that still floats through you house

Each time I pass
the cemetery
I am pulled back by the strength
that still breathes inside your bones.


~Miguel Hernández (Translated by Hardie St. Martin. Roots & Wings: Poetry from Spain 1900-1975. Hardie St. Martin, Editor. Harper & Row. 1976. p.275)