How close to becoming spirit something is,
when it is still so immensely far away
from hands!
like starlight,
like a nameless voice
in a dream, like faraway horses,
that we hear, as we breathe heavily,
one ear placed to the ground;
like the sea on the telephone...
And life begins to grow
within us, the delightful daylight
that cannot be switched off,
that is thinning, now, somewhere else.
Ah, how lovely, how lovely,
truth, even if it is not real, how lovely!
From Diario de Poesia y Mar,
Juan Ramon Jiminez
