Sunset

 by Juan Ramón Jiménez

Oceans 

I have a feeling that my boat

has struck, down there in the depths,

against a great thing.

And nothing

happens! Nothing...Silence...Waves...

- Nothing happens? Or has everything happened,

and are we standing now, quietly, in the new life? 

Sunset 

Oh, what sound of gold going,

of gold now going to eternity;

how sad our ear, to have to hear

that gold that is going to eternity,

this silence that is going to remain

without its gold that is going to eternity! 

Rosebushes 

It is the sea, in the earth.

Colors of the south, in the winter sun,

contain the noisy shiftings

of the sea and the coasts...

Tomorrow in the sea!- I say, rather, in the earth

that moves, now, into the sea!