Jiménez, "El otoñado"

A work ("The autumnal") by this Spanish poet.  You can read the original here.

I am by nature thus complete,
In afternoon's full, ripest gold, 
As gusts rub leaves of erstwhile green.  
Remote and tasty fruit so sweet,
Earth, water, air, and fire I hold  
As I contain the infinite. 

‘Tis light I ooze, I gild the dark place cold;
Scent I transmit: and shadows reek of God;
Sound I effuse: deep music travels broad;
I filter taste: the clump consumes my soul,
As I enjoy the touch of solitude.  

Supreme of treasures, roundly dense
As a clean iris, I observe
From actions’ center.  All this I am.
The all which is oblivion’s brim;
The all sufficing yet still served  
By what remains ambition hence.  

Jiménez, "Eternidad"

A work ("Eternity") by this Spanish poet.  You can read the original here.

Eternity, O beauty pure!
If only I could slip as bold 
Into your heart, as you unfold
Your world in mine, when your voice sings 
Clear, happy, peaceful evenings! 

In your last stasis so subdued,
If you were then to feel my soul 
Inebriate you, all of you,
As you intoxicate me whole!  

Were I but as ineffable,
As you in my most fleeting springs,
Scents, freshness, music, flutterings, 
Pure intimate spring would unpin  
Your endless unity within!  

Jiménez, "Nostalgia"

A work by this Spanish poet.  You can read the original here.

And so shall we approach the end,  
And softly clasp the joy achieved; 
Far from vain cares, on lonely bend,
Thoughts troubling faith and life's release.

Wet, yellow branches of willows torn
Will graze our brows; while sandy pearls
And vervain's brimming cups adorn
Our peaceful, lazy footprints' swirls. 

Your tender waist my arm shall round, 
Your head my shoulder shall embrace;
Your beauty, e'er by time unbound, 
An ideal evening's love shall grace.