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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