I. El sur -- The South*
To have watched from one of your patios
the ancient stars,
from the bench of shadow to have watched
those scattered lights
that my ignorance has learned no names for
nor their places in constellations,
to have heard the note of water
in the cistern,
known the scent of jasmine and honeysuckle,
the silence of the sleeping bird,
the arch of the entrance, the damp
-- these things perhaps are the poem.
III. El Patio - Patio*
the two or three colors of the patio grew weary.
Tonight, the moon’s bright circle
does not dominate outer space.
Patio, heaven’s watercourse.
The patio is the slope
down which the sky flows into the house.
Serenely eternity waits at the crossway of the stars.
It is lovely to live in the dark friendliness
of covered entrance way, arbor, and wellhead.