Poem by Amado Nervo
Posted by Luisa Ruiz on Dec. 18, 2014, 12:18 p.m. 1 comment
Very near my sunset, I bless you, Life because you never gave me neither unfilled hope nor unfair work, nor undeserved sorrow. Because I see at the end of my rough way that I was the architect of my own destiny and if I extracted the sweetness or the bitterness of things it was because I put the sweetness or the bitterness in them when I planted rose bushes I always harvested roses Certainly, winter is going to follow my youth But you didn’t tell me that May was eternal I found without a doubt long my nights of pain But you didn’t promise me only good nights And in exchange I had some peaceful ones I loved, I was loved, the sun caressed my face Life, you owe me nothing, Life, we are at peace! This is a poem written by a Mexican poet called Amado Nervo. He wrote this poem in 1915. I like poetry and this is one of my favorite poems related to death and life. I hope you enjoy it.
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