Nuestra Luz

We skip ahead to 1938, a time of many sonnets…

OUR LIGHT (1938)
 
Evaristo Ribera Chevremont
 
 
     Our light, exalted, with brutal wave,
stretching out on the island, it torments, it suffocates,
Our light, which is robust, unrefined and diaphanous,
in its sudden inundations, touches everything.
 
     Our light, having no parallel, is extreme,
excessive in its impetus and incandescence.
Our light is alive, and burning, supreme.
Our light provides passion, ardor.
 
     Our light, dominant light of the tropics, pushes
with expansive rays, strong and inflamed,
the iris and the cloud, the grass and the bubble;
and, as such forms, pushes my senses.
 
     Our light, in its solar rawness, dazzles,
with its attractions and its intonations.
Our light, which is only light, offers itself to my pupil
the color, of violent and vast suggestions.