If I have created a world for you, in your place, <br />god, you had to come to it confident, <br />and you have come to it, to my refuge, <br />because my whole world was nothing but my hope. <br /> <br /> I have been saving up my hope <br />in language, in a spoken name, a written name; <br />I had given a name to everything, <br />and you have taken the place <br />of all these names. <br /> <br /> Now I can hold back my movement <br />inside the coal of my continual living and being, <br />as the flame reins itself back inside the red coal, <br />surrounded by air that is all blue fire; <br />now I am my own sea that has been suddenly stopped somewhere, <br />the sea I used to speak of, but not heavy, <br />stiffened into waves of an awareness filled with light, <br />and all of them moving upward, upward. <br /> <br /> All the names that I gave <br />to the universe that I created again for you <br />are now all turning into one name, into one <br />god. <br /> <br /> The god who, in the end, is always <br />the god created and recreated and recreated <br />through grace and never through force. <br />The God. The name drawn from the names. <br /> <br /> <br />Translated by Robert Bly<br /><br />Juan Ramón Jiménez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-name-drawn-from-the-names/
