|Excerpt from The Young Sailor
Poem by Luis Cernuda
Sailors Are the Wings of Love
Sailors are the wings of love,
They are the mirrors of love,
The sea accompanies them,
And their eyes are blond just as love
Is blond, just like their eyes.
The lively happiness that flows in their veins
Is also blond,
Just like the skin it shows through;
Don't let them get away because they smile
As freedom smiles,
Blinding light erect over the sea.
If a sailor is the sea,
Blond amorous sea whose presence is poetry,
I don't want the city made of grey dreams;
I only want to go to the sea where I can drown,
A boat without bearing,
A body without bearing, immersing myself in its blond light.