Miguel Hernandez Poems
- First Song The field has retreated, seeing man's ...
- To The International Soldier F...
- Everything Is Full Of You Everything is full of you and I ...
- Lullaby Of The Onion An onion is frost shut in and ...
- The World Is As It Appears The world is as it appears ...
- Elegy Friend of my soul, I want to be the tearful gardener ...
- Bloody Fate I come, blood on blood, like the sea, wave on ...
Miguel Hernández (30 October 1910 - 28 March 1942), born in Orihuela (Valencian Community), was a leading 20th century Spanish poet and playwright.
Hernández was born to a poor family and received little formal education; he published his first book of poetry at 23, and gained considerable fame before his death. He spent his childhood as a goatherd and farmhand, and was, for the most ... more »
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The field has retreated,
What an abyss is laid bare
between the olive tree and man!
The animal who sings,
the animal who knows
how to weep and grow roots,
has remembered his claws.
Claws that he dressed up
in gentleness and flowers
but which, in the end, he bares
in all his cruelty.
They crackle on my hands:
Keep away from them, boy.
Or I will plunge them
into your little body.
I've regressed into a tiger.
Keep away or I'll tear you apart.
These days, love is ...