Disposable poetry

It was a night like this: soft rain over the street; cold wind presaged a kiss from lips and eyes so sweet with light so full of bliss. She was so delicate, -and yet so spirited!- She was quite elegant, and with grand grace gifted. Though the kiss never came and the night ended quick, right here remains the flame. Or perchance just embers... shadows of memory. There she goes; here I stay.

Je suis arrivé à la fin de ce misérable chemin. Cet effort qu'on appelle «la vie» n'est, en vérité, qu'un souci auquel il ne vaut pas la peine même penser, vu qu'elle est bien pleine de solitude et de douleur et de la pâle mort le couleur. Mais si vraiment je dois rester, c'est mon choix de tout détester.

To be held by loving arms; to be mentioned in whispers; to be desired at night; to be remembered by day; to be compared to heaven; to be regarded as light. To be adored and be loved is to be truly alive.

Bajo la luz del gran astro largamente yo te busqué. Con tu rostro de alabastro muchas veces, feliz, soñé. ¡Esta noche, como todas, brillas tal como la luna! como lo dije en mil odas que buscaron su fortuna en un gesto silencioso, hermoso, maravilloso... en tu sonrisa silente, bonita, inteligente, de ningún modo inocente, mas plenamente consciente de la adoración ingente en los versos evidente, convertida en resignación, en cariño y admiración.

Once the afternoon had vanished and with the fiery sun hidden, I found myself homebound at night with my heart and eyes wide open. With my mind and heart so engaged suddenly, a soul downtrodden came into view and held my sight with hope and warmth cruelly stolen. Stopping to help, so much we talked that shine fled by darkness driven. And on the sky above, how bright Moon and Love with beams unbroken!

to many more miles perhaps a few smiles to long days and nights and wonderful sights to spending my days in winter's embrace