If it’s true a poem is just a halo of light
That blind eyes dress things up in-
Things dreamt or loved in the darkness-
Things that once were then went
But still are and now never go,
Shadows that, playing with my eyes,
Were grafted as light into my life,
Then I am leaving haloes here like ashes
Of roses that once filled with perfume
Some dream world that died young.
Xosé María Díaz Castro (Guitiriz, 1914- Lugo, 1990) is one of the most representative of Galician post-war poets. He is one of a group of poets who were educated at the Seminary in Mondoñedo, which deserves investigation as a school of lyrical poetry.
His collection Nimbos, of which this is the title poem, was published in 1961 and has since then been considered one of the classics of twentieth-century Galician literature.