ONCE ONLY
Death—it's not for you that I live.
Must I, expecting you already,
Choke on little
Anxieties breath by breath?
Wait.
Only once,
And all at once!
Wait, you.
See how a man will pursue,
Through the summer air,
More of summer, another ardor?
I am alive: I seek that treasure.
Jorge Guillén
Translated by Reginald Gibbons