Category Archives: Mondoñedo

Poets connected by birth or education with Mondoñedo

Our Language: Novoneyra and Noriega Varela

Our Language The mountain man is coming now. Why?  Oh dear heart!  He is blind- He cannot see past the veil: He is coming to speak Gallego He is coming so that Gallego can live. Our language is a little … Continue reading

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Bran’s Business

Bran’s Business Bran, stretching himself across the river, his head on one bank, his feet on the other, said: Who is the god who is older than the bridge! And so the people and the cattle could pass from one … Continue reading

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Three Poems About the Mountains

How quick the implacable axe felled to the ground oaks and holm oaks and by the light of darling dawn how bald appears the mountain crest! Where yesterday coppice and wood were rustic thick, enveloped in sweet mystery when mists … Continue reading

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Daniel Pernas Nieto- Seixo Branco

On that peak there a white rock guards the pines in the misty, melancholy moonlight. You, Old Shepherd of the crow-haunted wastes, where by day the lark distils sun to song, have watched your flocks for two thousand years in … Continue reading

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Álvaro Cunqueiro- Rosalía de Castro

Now this something no more is of this world rose fountain perfume plum or glass Now that it no longer is you remembered this woodland so sad in its birdless dawn or how so early  you fled a damp pipe … Continue reading

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Iglesia Alvariño- Rosalía de Castro

      Rosalía de Castro Oh, the long rain! A dream of grass atop the bridge -Hill peaks, night peaks and many little children. -Turn white, happy white mill, happy spout. -What dreams are the still waters of your eyes … Continue reading

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Dawn II- Iglesias Alvariño

   Ploughline fingers touch through the dawn and wash by the river green pastures. -Ah, my morning girl says wedded she’ll be to a wind like brave youth gusting in from away out over the sea. -Ah, feel the wind … Continue reading

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