FRANCISCO BRINES

"The Cause of Love"

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When they have asked me the cause of my love

I have never answered: You already know its great bearuty.

(And there are still more beautiful faces.)

Nor have I described the certain qualities of his spirit

that he always showed me in his customs,

or in readiness for silence or smile

as required by my secret.

They were things of the soul, and I said nothing about her.

(And I should still add that I have met higher souls.)

The fruit of my love now I know:

man’s imperfections overcome his presence,

it is atrocious to think

that bodies do not correspond to souls in us,

and so the grace of the spirit blinds bodies,

its clarity, the aching flower of experience,

goodness itself.

important events that we never discovered,

or we find out late.

The bodies lie, other times, an airy heat,

moved light, honda freshness;

and the damage reveals its dry falsehood to us.

Know the truth of my love now:

matter and breath joined in his life

like the light that falls on the mirror

(it was a small light, a tiny mirror);

It was a perfect random creation.

A being in order grew next to me,

and my disorder was serene.

I loved its limited perfection.