Category Archives: Pre-War

Ultreya: Celtic Boy Scouts

I offended a friend. “The Boy Scouts?  That’s the Hitler Youth with ginger beer, isn’t it?” I said. “I love the Scouts,” he replied.  “Choose your weapon!” I backed off quickly because, if he had been a scout, he could … Continue reading

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Machado

An afternoon in spring Murmured these words to me: If you are seeking paths With flowers in this world Then put to death your words And let your old soul speak. Let the same white linen That you are wearing … Continue reading

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Noriega Varela- the Angelic Wolf

Noriega Varela This is an article translated from the book Galicia Emigrante 1954-1971 a collection of the radio broadcasts of Luis Seoane (Ediciós do Castro: A Coruña, 1994). Angelic Wolf is the name the great poet of Portugal, Teixeira de Pascoes, gave … Continue reading

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Castelao- Cousas

Next to Nature It is the very moment when the earth rolls away from the light to go to sleep and a thick, milky mist rises from the roofs and starts to spread through the bottom of the valley.  There … Continue reading

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Ramon Cabanillas- Starry Night

Ramón Cabanillas comes from Na Noite Estrelecida, published in 1926.  It gives a Galician connection to Arthurian legends.  In this fragment of O Cabaleiro do Sant Grial we find Galahad at the mountain pass of O Cebreiro, on the border … Continue reading

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Memories- Noriega Varela

Oh divine Yearning!  I will show you Companions, if it is true you really want them. They are like roses cut from rosebushes, Little stars dropped from heaven. They are the memories of pretty shepherdesses, Of fascinating magical creatures, Who … Continue reading

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My Little Girl- Noriega Varela

My girl you are startling yourself Listening to the savage screams Of arrogant sea-gulls. Muse, cast out on the coast, Look towards the blue mountains From your exile on the beach. Forget the sea, remember The humble cow and good … Continue reading

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