Uploaded March 2026 | Updated September 2026, 3 days ago
Jimenez poem.
To Platero (A Platero en el cielo de Moguer) in the Heaven of Moguer
Dear, trotting Platero, my beloved little donkey, who carried my soul so many times—only my soul!, along the deep roadways of cacti and mallows and honeysuckle; for you this book that is of you, now that you can understand it.
It goes to your soul that grazes now in paradise, through the soul of our Moguer landscape, which must also have gone to heaven with yours; it carries on its paper back my soul which, traveling among the flowering briers, on its ascension becomes better, more peaceful, purer each day.
Yes. I know that when at the close of day I come slowly and thoughtfully through the oropéndolas and the orange blossoms across the lonely orange grove to the pine tree that watches over your last sleep, you, Platero, happy in your meadow of eternal roses, will see me stop before the yellow lilies that have sprung from your buried heart.
Jimenez poem.
To Platero (A Platero en el cielo de Moguer) in the Heaven of Moguer
Dear, trotting Platero, my beloved little donkey, who carried my soul so many times—only my soul!, along the deep roadways of cacti and mallows and honeysuckle; for you this book that is of you, now that you can understand it.
It goes to your soul that grazes now in paradise, through the soul of our Moguer landscape, which must also have gone to heaven with yours; it carries on its paper back my soul which, traveling among the flowering briers, on its ascension becomes better, more peaceful, purer each day.
Yes. I know that when at the close of day I come slowly and thoughtfully through the oropéndolas and the orange blossoms across the lonely orange grove to the pine tree that watches over your last sleep, you, Platero, happy in your meadow of eternal roses, will see me stop before the yellow lilies that have sprung from your buried heart.
