Last Song
Miguel Hernández
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[Listen to readings of these poems.]

Painted, not empty:
painted is my house
with color of the greatest
passions and misfortunes.

I'll return from weeping
to where I was carried
with your deserted table,
with your ruinous bed.

Kisses will flower
over the pillow tops.

The sheets will elevate
your intense climbing

nocturne, perfumed
in a spin of bodies
Hate softens itself
from behind the window.
A gradual hook follows.
Leave me only hope.

~Translated by Eric Swedberg

Cancion ultima

Pintada, no vacía:
pintada está mi casa
del color de las grandes
pasiones y desgracias.