- STILL IN THE DARK
, FULL OF LIGHT IS THERE THE DAY?
I'm still in the shade, full of light, is there a day?
"This is my grave or vault is my mother? Go
beat against my skin like a cold slab
germinate hot, red, tender.
may not yet born, or who has died
forever. The shadow rules me.
If this is live, to die I do not know what would
not know what I seek forward as eternal.
Chained to a suit, seems to pursue
undress, get rid of that which can not be me and makes
cloudy and looked away.
But the black cloth, distant, will
shadow me shadow, against the darkness until it rolls to the naked
life growing out of nothing. Miguel Hernández
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