by: Mariano Brull (1891-1956)
in her little room all still and lone
- The things that made her life are greeting me.
- It seems as though her body as it went
- Had left a spirit footprint, mindfully.
- 'Twould seem as in the mirror-moon were shown
- The shadowy glimpse of what she used to be;--
- And sing more sad her bird its caged lament,--
- And through the room her absence whisper free--
- Her gilt-edged book of prayers is lying there
- Upon the table; and it says: "The care
- Is small of worldlings, -- Upon God, thine eye!"
- I raise my glance, and in my grief I moan:--
- Oh, had I but, that final hour, known
- The anguished sweetness of her last goodbye!
--Translated by Roderick Gill
POEMS BY MARIANO BRULL
"Interior" is reprinted
from Hispanic Anthology: Poems Translated from the Spanish
by English and North American Poets. Ed. Thomas Walsh. New
York: G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1920.