Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint

Never let me lose the marvelof your statue-like eyes, or the accentthe solitary rose of your breathplaces on my cheek at night.

Two Evening Moons

For Laurita, my sister’s friend The moon is dead dead — it will come back to life in the spring

Of the Dark Doves

For Claudio Guillén In the branches of the laurel tree I saw two dark doves One was the sun and one the moon Little neighbors I said

Ballad of the Moon Moon

Moon came to the forge in her petticoat of nard The boy looks and looks the boy looks at the Moon In the turbulent air

The Faithless Wife

So I took her to the riverbelieving she was a maiden,but she already had a husband.