By Roque Dalton, Translated from Spanish
Like you I
love love, life, the sweet smell
of things, the blue
landscape of January days.
And my blood boils up
laughing through my eyes
that have known the rush of tears.
I believe the world is beautiful
and that poetry, like bread, is for everyone.
And that my veins don’t end in me
but in the unanimous blood
of those who struggle for life,
landscape and bread,
the poetry of everyone.