Almería: December 3, 1930
Winds have no moving emblems here, but scour
A vacant darkness, an untempered light;
No branches bend, never a tortured flower
Shudders, root-weary, on the verge of flight;
Winged future, withered past, no seeds, nor leaves
Attest those swift invisible feet: they run
Free through a naked land, whose breast receives
The whole fierce ardour of a naked sun.
Thou hast the Light for lover; fortunate Earth!
Conceive the fruit of his divine desire.
But the dry dust is all she brings to birth,
That child of clay by even celestial fire.
Then come, soft rain and thunder clouds, abate
This shining love that has the force of hate.
1 comment:
Thank youuuu for posting this. I have discovered about this poem recently, and have now learned that Aldous left a Conference that bored him to tour España, starting from Barcelona, and I can't get enough of it. Your blog, as I'm starting to see, is a true gem, and I will definitely come back here often. I see you have a post on Walt's raíces almerienses. It inspired me in my own writing. He and Aldous 'kinda' worked together, actually, when Aldous went to live in Califas, as Chicanos call it... I lived in Granada for 20+ years and loved to go to Tabernas, which also chose to be the setting of many of my stories. Grateful for your work and words, greetings from New Mexico (another place on Earth Aldous visited...)
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