- No, no! <br />and the dirtyneck boy starts crying and running <br />without getting away, in a moment, on the streets. <br />His hands, <br />he's got something in his hands! <br />he doesn't know what it is, but he runs to the dawn <br />With his hidden prize. <br />Endlessly beforehand, we know what his trophy is; <br />something ignored, that the soul keeps awake in us. <br />We almost start to glitter inside his gold <br />with extravagant nakedness... <br />- No, no! <br />and the dirtyneck boy starts crying and running <br />without getting away, in a moment, on the street. <br />The arm is strong, it could easily grab him... <br />The heart, also a beggar, lets him go.<br /><br />Juan Ramón Jiménez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-dreaming/
