spanish poem

since, if you stood by my side today
with the meek, brown eyes
i stood
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
high-born race
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
the ancient songs
mysterious night
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
when the wind works against us in the dark
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
as a white candle
i wonder where you live