"I come from afar and bear in my profile,
If only in remote and misty form,
The profile of another being, at variance
With the base and human silhouette now mine.
Perhaps in former times I was, not Boabdil,
But merely his last look from the road
At the face of the Granada he was leaving,
A cold silhouette beneath the unbroken blue...
What I am now is that imperial longing
For what I once saw of myself in the distance...
I am myself the loss I suffered...
And on this road which leads to Otherness
Bloom in slender wayside glory
The sunflowers of the empire dead in me..."