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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Miguel Hernandez Poems
To the International Soldier Fallen in S...
If there are men who contain a soul without frontiers, a brow scattered with universal hair, covered with horizons, ships, and mountain chains,
Everything is full of you
Everything is full of you and I am full of everything: the cities are full, and the cemeteries are full,
Lullaby of the Onion
An onion is frost shut in and poor. Frost of your days and of my nights.
Love Ascended Between Us
Love ascended between us like the moon between two palm-trees that have never embraced. The intimate murmur of our two bodies
The field has retreated, seeing man's convulsive charge.
Friend of my soul, I want to be the tearful gardener of the earth you occupy, and enrich, all too soon.
Waltz Of The Lovers Joined Forever
They never departed the garden of embraces. And round the red rose of kisses they travelled.
I Have A Need For Your Voice
I have a need for your voice, a longing for your company, and an ache of melancholy for the absence of signs of arrival.
Your Heart, A Frozen Orange, A Centre
Your heart, a frozen orange, a centre, within, without light, of sweet juniper oil and a porous appearance of gold: a surface
The Sun, the Rose, and the Child
The sun, the rose, and the child were born the flowers of the day. Things of every day
It Did Not Want To Be
It did not recognise the meeting of the he and she. The blossom so enamoured could not become flowery.
I come, blood on blood, like the sea, wave on wave. I have a soul the colour of poppies. The luckless poppy is my destiny,
Upon the Dead I Am Sitting
Upon the dead I am sitting Who have laid still for two months, Their empty shoes I have kissed
The world Is As It Appears
The world is as it appears before my five senses, and before yours, which are
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To the International Soldier Fallen in Spain
If there are men who contain a soul without frontiers,
a brow scattered with universal hair,
covered with horizons, ships, and mountain chains,
with sand and with snow, then you are one of those.
Fatherlands called to you with all their banners,
so that your breath filled with beautiful movements.
You wanted to quench the thirst of panthers
and fluttered full against their abuses.
With a taste of all suns and seas,
Spain beckons you because in her you realize
your majesty like a tree that embraces a continent.
Around your bones, the olive groves ...