Juan Ramón Jiménez

1881 - 1958 / Huelva, Andalusia

Road

They all are asleep, below.
Above, awake,
the helmsman and I.

He, watching the compass needle, lord
of the bodies, with their keys turned
in the locks. I, with my eyes
toward the infinite, guiding
the open treasures of the souls.
Translated by Robert Bly
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