A Remembrance is Moving

    A remembrance is moving
down the long memory, disturbing
the dry leaves with its delicate feet.

    Behind, the house is empty.
On ahead, highways
going on to other places, solitary highways,
stretched out.
And the rain is like weeping eyes,
as if the eternal moment were going blind.

    Even though the house is quiet and shut,
even though I am not in it, I am in it.
And … good-bye, you who are walking
without turning your head!

~ Juan Ramón Jiménez

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