JORGE GUILLEN

You know a poem
by its sound
appealing like bells
in contemplative peace
as pure creation
as a first act of love
reacts as incarnation
sending out a fleece
for an inner destiny
and jells as plenitude
as more than intimation,
or mere imitation
of an attitude
no subtle intimidation
as smells of disorder
his lines rest in harmony
on the ground at our border
at the garden's repose
only the rose may pardon,
he reaches each succeeding
generation in an attainable
pledge of his love affair
with musical words
he will emerge like airy birds
from death to teach us
with critical knowledge
as the lyrical heir
in our poetic breath.