spanish poem

i went up and down the streets
do you remember
the dawn was apple-green
sweet with fern and rose
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
star-dust and vaporous light
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
this is the ship of pearl
night is dark, and the winter winds
my mother taught me that every night
the sky
let me move slowly through the street
i stand in the cold gray weather