To give is to love,
To give prodigiously:
For every drop of water
To return a torrent.
We were made that way,
Made to scatter
Seeds in the furrow
And stars in the ocean.
Woe to him, Lord,
who doesn't exhaust his supply,
And, on returning, tells you:
"Like an empty satchel
Is my heart."
Miguel Ángel Asturias (1899 - 1974) Guatamala
Translated by Manuel A. Tellechea
Source: All Poetry
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