Chapter 5 Juan Ramon Ximenez
He once conjured up his miraculous imagination
lost in the endless white
Snowflakes, Tuberose and Salt Mine.
now white walks in
pigeon feather
Woven on the silent carpet.
it endures a dream
No eyes, no movement.
But the heart is trembling.
He had imagined the miraculous
stay on the endless white
What a pure long trauma that was!
On the endless white.
Snowflakes, Tuberose, Saltworks.
(Translated by Zhao Zhenjiang)