Classic Poem

We must burn up
like incense
Give of ourselves
Lower our hands until we feel
them in the body of another
Love each other in the word,
on the way, in solitude,
our testimonial for a time
without extreme positions.
Construct more smiles
in order to give them
Live in every syllable
the commandments
of Betances.
Eat of the fruit of that tree.
Drink of the peace of the thought.
And
love ourselves,
above all,
love ourselves.