The prison? It is very sad,
In which, beloved of my soul,
Thou dost not dwell with me.
But if within the prison dark
Thy form should greet mine eyes—
My love, the very thought doth change
My cell to paradise!
Fabio Fiallo (1866 - 1942) Dominican Republic
Translated by Alice Stone Blackwell
Source: All Poetry
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