Of a Poem by Juan Ramon Jimenez

for SI



You are not you
today; you left walking
beside yourself
going nowhere, talking
quietly with your eyes.
I wanted to stop you:
you are always leaving
and I am always talking
when you leave.

Last night you came to me
in words and your hand
was raised above me, wanting
to touch my face.
I looked for signs of you
in the morning.
It will be like this
from now on, a whispering
white shadow in the night air,
invisible as a dove
flying against the moon.