Wake up. Day calls you <br />to your life: your duty. <br />And to live, nothing more. <br />Root it out of the glum <br />night and the darkness <br />that covered your body <br />for which light waited <br />on tiptoe in the dawn. <br />Stand up, affirm the straight <br />simple will to be <br />a pure slender virgin. <br />Test your bodys metal. <br />cold, heat? Your blood <br />will tell against the snow, <br />or behind the window. <br />The colour <br />in your cheeks will tell. <br />And look at people. Rest <br />doing no more than adding <br />your perfection to another <br />day. Your task <br />is to carry your life high, <br />and play with it, hurl it <br />like a voice to the clouds <br />so it may retrieve the light <br />already gone from us. <br />That is your fate: to live <br />Do nothing. <br />Your work is you, nothing more.<br /><br />Pedro Salinas y Serrano<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wake-up-day-calls-you/
