Jaime Sabines. Translated by W.S. Merwin.
 
Mexico City: Ediciones Papeles Privados, 1995. Octavo. Pictorial folded paper dust jacket over white paper wraps, small dab of white paint on the spine, light scuffing. 205 pages. First edition, inscribed by Sabines on the half-title page. Near fine. 
 
Bilingual edition of selected poems, expertly translated. 
 
"You have what I look for, what I long for,
what I love, you have it.
The fist of my heart is beating, calling.
I thank the stories for you,
I thank our mother and father
and death who has not seen you.
I thank the air for you.
You are elegant as wheat,
delicate as the outline of your body.
I have never loved a slender woman
but you have made my hands fall in love,
you moored my desire,
you caught my eyes like two fish.
And for this I am at your door, waiting"