Farewell, Remembering a Goodbye
(For Spanish translation click here)

Finally, at last, in the end,

I turn, went back and having just finished, cry to you giving you

the key, my hat, this little letter for all.

At last the key is in the lock so we might learn

to separate the gilding from the gold, with each turn,

and is lying at the end of my hat, this poor badly combed brain,

and, last glass of smoke, with its dramatic paper,

lies down this practical dream of the soul, in the grave.

Goodbye, brothers Saint Peters,

Heraclitus, Erasmus, Spinozas!

Goodbye, sad Bolshevik bishops!

Goodbye, governors in disorder!

Goodbye, wine which in water is like wine!

Goodbye, alcohol that’s in the rain!

Also I said goodbye to myself,

goodbye, formal flight of the milligrams!

Also, goodbye, in exactly the same way,

cold of cold and cold of heat!

Finally, at last, in the end, the logic,

the borders of fire,

the farewell remembering the goodbye.

12 October 1937