Juan Ramón Jiménez
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I am not I.
I am this one
walking beside me whom I do not see,
whom at times I manage to visit,
...
I have a feeling that my boat
has struck, down there in the depths,
against a great thing.
And nothing
...
I shall not return. And night, mildly warm, serene and silent, will lull the world, under beams of its solitary moon.
My body will not be there, and through the wide-open window, a refreshing breeze will come inquiring for my soul.
I don't know if any await the end of my double absence, or who will kiss my memory amidst caresses and weeping.
But, there will be stars and flowers, there will be sighs and hopes, and love in the avenues in the shadows of the trees.
...
- No, no!
and the dirtyneck boy starts crying and running
without getting away, in a moment, on the streets.
His hands,
...
The white moon takes the sea away from the sea
and gives it back to the sea. Beautiful,
conquering by means of the pure and tranquil,
the moon compels the truth to delude itself
...
Who knows what is going on on the other side of each hour?
How many times the sunrise was
there, behind a mountain!
...
You are carrying me, full consciousness,
god that has desires,
all through the world.
Here, in the third sea,
...
The door is open,
the cricket is singing.
Are you going around naked
in the fields?
...
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,
...
February 3rd
The sea with no waves we recognize,
with no stations on its route,
...
You can see the face of everything, and it is white—
plaster, nightmare, adobe, anemia, cold—
turned to the east. Oh closeness to life!
Hardness of life! Like something
...
What was it like, God of mine, what was it like?
—Oh unfaithful heart, indecisive intelligence!
Was it like the going by of the wind?
Like the disappearance of the spring?
...
Moguer. Mother and brothers.
The house, clean and warm.
What sunlight there is, what rest
in the whitening cemetery!
...
If I have created a world for you, in your place,
god, you had to come to it confident,
and you have come to it, to my refuge,
because my whole world was nothing but my hope.
...
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...
...
One must, to find your tomb,
search the firmament.
- Your death rains from a star.
A tombstone does not weigh you down, it being a universe
...
The ship, solid and black,
enters the clear blackness
of the great harbor.
Quiet and cold.
...
The sea is enormous,
just as everything is,
yet it seems to me I am still with you...
soon only water will separate us,
...
Hay que buscar, para saber
tu tumba, por el firmamento.
- Llueve tu muerte de una estrella.
La losa no te pesa, que es un universo
...
Juan Ramón Jiménez Biography
Juan Ramón Jiménez Mantecón (23 December 1881 – 29 May 1958) was a Spanish poet, a prolific writer who received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1956. One of Jiménez's most important contributions to modern poetry was his advocacy of the French concept of "pure poetry." Juan Ramón Jiménez was born in Moguer, near Huelva, in Andalucia, on 23 December 1881. He studied law at the University of Seville, but he declined to put this training to use. He published his first two books at the age of eighteen, in 1900. The death of his father the same year devastated him, and a resulting depression led to his being sent first to France, where he had an affair with his doctor's wife, and then to a sanatorium in Madrid staffed by novitiate nuns, where he lived from 1901 to 1903. In 1911 and 1912, he wrote many erotic poems depicting romps with numerous females in numerous locales. Some of them alluded to sex with novitiates who were nurses. Eventually, apparently, their mother superior discovered the activity and expelled him, although it will probably never be known for certain whether the depictions of sex with novitiates were truth or fantasy. The main subjects of many of his other poems were music and color, which, at times, he compared to love or lust. He celebrated his home region in his prose poem about a writer and his donkey called Platero y Yo (1914). In 1916 he and Spanish-born writer and poet Zenobia Camprubí were married in the United States. Zenobia became his indispensable companion and collaborator. Next, in the year 1916, he moved to the country of Portugal. Upon the outbreak of the Spanish Civil War, he and Zenobia went into exile in Puerto Rico, where he settled in 1946. Jiménez was hospitalized for eight months due to another deep depression. He later became a Professor of Spanish Language and Literature at the University of Puerto Rico. The university later named a building on campus and a living-and-learning writing program in his honor. He was also a professor at the University of Miami in Coral Gables, Florida. While living in Coral Gables he wrote "Romances de Coral Gables". In 1956, he received the Nobel Prize in Literature; two days later, his wife died of ovarian cancer. Jiménez never got over this loss, and he died two years afterwards, on 29 May 1958, in the same clinic where his wife had died. Both are buried in his hometown of Moguer, Spain.)
The Best Poem Of Juan Ramón Jiménez
I Am Not I
I am not I.
I am this one
walking beside me whom I do not see,
whom at times I manage to visit,
and whom at other times I forget;
the one who remains silent while I talk,
the one who forgives, sweet, when I hate,
the one who takes a walk when I am indoors,
the one who will remain standing when I die.
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