The Four Roads

We present this work in honor of Dia de la Raza.

Juan Guzman Cruchaga
1895 – 1979


Before my window four roads meet.
They called from east, west, south and north,
And into the royal night to greet
The call my vagrant dreams rushed forth.

Yearning by every path to move,
My baffled heart could follow none,
Forever with the moon in love,
With what is dead or what is gone.

Four tempting roads for phantasy,
Beneath the flowers and warbled odes…
Oh, would that my poor heart might be
Perfume diffused over all those roads!

Translation by George Dundas Craig

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