With You

Concha Mendez
Spanish
1898 – 1986

 

With you on the plain,
with you in the sleeping dawn,
with you through the thicket
of some lost forest.

Where would you have me go.
With you to the sea, to the wind,
to the highest mountain,
in the most solitary place;
or to the sterile sands
of the remotest desert.

Where would you have me go?

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