Weekly Poem: Like You, by Roque Dalton

Like You

Like you I
love love, life, the sweet smell
of things, the sky-blue
landscape of January days.

And my blood boils up
and I laugh through eyes
that have known the buds of tears.

I believe the world is beautiful
and that poetry, like bread, is for everyone.

And that my veins don't end in me
but in the unanimous blood
of those who struggle for life,
love,
little things,
landscape and bread,
the poetry of everyone.

translated by Jack Hirschman, published in Poetry Like Bread--Poets of the Political Imagination from Curbstone Press, edited by Martin Espade