“Hojarascas” (“Fallen Leaves”): autumn poems of love

Aneudis Pérez (pen-name)
Oh, that we might join together – and make the leaves fall!
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Take me by your hand and don’t let me go.
Carry me to the path by the river
– I want to quench my thirst at your side,
and to live right next to you; oh, this love.
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Take me with your eyes in the shadows;
guide me with the light of your gaze.
Our way is full of peering eyes,
but if you go with me,
those spying eyes won’t hurt me.
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Surround me with your breath, this night is cold,
and my soul finds its haven inside you.
There is music and perfume there in your room
– and peace, too, a lovely peace in your silence.
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Embrace me in your skin, oh lovely girl!
There’s no complexion more smooth than your face,
nor a softness more silky than the sheath of you,
a jewelbox of petunias and hollyhocks!
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You raise me by your voice to the highest heights,
and in your heavenly song you give me calm;
there is no melody more tender and sweet
than hearing you in our mornings.
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Love me with all your being
– till the point of exhaustion, till eternity or whatever time exceeds us.
Give me all your love – your life
– and let us travel the universe, ploughing right through it!
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My Love, I don’t believe this is too much, what I’ve asked of you,
so you are a soft breeze and I am wind:
oh, that we might join together and make the leaves fall!
and that our bed be the skin of heaven!

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Gabriela Ponce (México)
Of autumn and fallen leaves
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I have painted the hues of my shadow
in the serene colour of your gaze:
tones of autumn and fallen leaves.
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Your transparent crystal glance
makes me able to show my face
inside the sublime garden of your soul.
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For that reason, too,
whenever you are quiet,
your face alone speaks,
and there’s a gentle fragrance
in the nearness of your breath.
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I love to listen to you in the silence,
and with pure feeling.
And my memory has no previous recollections now
– just the manifestation of renewed interest.
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I set you in this scene with the best verses I can write;
only Poetry makes good sense.
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And within my eternal dream
you are whispering in my ear
in a language of perfection!

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Marchena (Costa Rica)
Fallen Leaves
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Like rain with fallen leaves
I am shipwrecked
stripped of my wings
rootless
outside of Time
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With a wide gaze
and cloaked in failure
drawn into the wind
just like fallen leaves
swirling crazily
I have a premonition that
tomorrow I’ll’ve
run aground in some corner.
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Gustavo Emilio Bonacci (Argentina)
Fallen Leaves
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The fallen leaves of autumn
trembled,
and my wager ups the ante
with no desire to converse.
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Fear empowers itself of immortal breath
and our kiss registers as
a destiny for fatal lovers.
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Two parallel paths united
in a reddish woods.
And passion, enveloped in sweet fullness,
bedeviled itself.
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Harmonious lives
in the hell of a “divine comedy”
– the tenderhearted heard cries of tragedy.

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To read the Spanish-language originals, see our previous ZP post!

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