What I Left For You
I left my sacred woods for you,
my secret grove, my sleepless hounds.
I ran my best years into the ground,
almost into the winter of the life I knew.
I left a trembling, a sudden cry,
the flash of unending conflagration.
I left my fevered illumination
on the blood-stained eyes of a last goodbye.
I left sad doves where the river unwinds,
horses waiting in the sun-drenched dirt.
I turned from the sea to face your view.
I left all that, all that was mine …
So give me Rome for all I’ve hurt,
for I’ve left that much to be with you.
Rafael AlbertiTranslated from Spanish by Paul Weinfield, © 2013