Poem by Amado Nervo

Posted by Luisa Ruiz on Dec. 18, 2014, 12:18 p.m.



 

Very near my sunset, I bless you, Life

 

because you never gave me neither unfilled hope

 

nor unfair work, nor undeserved sorrow.

 

 

 

Because I see at the end of my rough way

 

that I was the architect of my own destiny

 

and if I extracted the sweetness or the bitterness of things

 

it was because I put the sweetness or the bitterness in them

 

when I planted rose bushes I always harvested roses

 

 

 

Certainly, winter is going to follow my youth

 

But you didn’t tell me that May was eternal

 

I found without a doubt long my nights of pain

 

But you didn’t promise me only good nights

 

And in exchange I had some peaceful ones

 

 

 

I loved, I was loved, the sun caressed my face

 

 

 

Life, you owe me nothing,

 

 

 

Life, we are at peace!

 

 

 

 

This is a poem written by a Mexican poet called Amado Nervo. He wrote this poem in 1915.

 

 

 

I like poetry and this is one of my favorite poems related to death and life.

 

 

 

I hope you enjoy it.

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