Luis Bolanos nos envía este poema inédito publicado en un periódico de Texas en 1919.
The Wharves of God
I will discover all of you some day.
In a cool darkness, if so Heaven wills,
My fingers shall be flocks over your hills,
My kisses birds that light and flash away:
And in a rose bay fringed with goldenrod,
Beyond a sea most infinitely deep,
I’ll ride at anchorat the port of sleep
And stand, a man, before the wharves of God!
All this shall be when earth and sea and sky
Have claimed your every loveliness they gave;
Their beauty, touched of you, will hidden lie
In perfectness that only I shall know.
Until that day, the world’s paths or the grave
All’s one to me, the selfsame daily woe.
Published by the Laredo Times newspaper on July 6th 1919.
PDF 
