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Curros Enríquez- The Virgin of the Crystal- Part X
X Readers, if you set aside the labours of your life And go for a walk through the valley of Vilanova, Enter respectfully, enter quietly, The beautiful chapel of the Crystal Virgin. If you are down on your luck and … Continue reading
Curros Enríquez- The Virgin of the Crystal- Part IX
IX In the morning of the following day On the mountain of Soutoverde, On the crest above Vilanova, There was no space for more people. Everyone there was astonished, Children, men, women, And staring open-mouthed At a trembling something. On … Continue reading
Curros Enríquez- The Virgin of the Crystal- Part VIII
VIII At this Rosa withdrew From the window of the building Leaving unlucky Martiño Thunder-struck in the street. Pale, sombre, astonished, As cold as marble Without even blinking Nailed to the spot. Then a jesting laugh Came to his ears … Continue reading
Curros Enríquez- The Virgin of the Crystal Part VII
VII One blue August night Like a present from summer Vilanova dos Infantes Is all a buzz and uproar. Never did mysterious moonlight Pour such a silvery light, Nor willows in the breezes Spread out such fragrant odours. Through the … Continue reading
Curros Enríquez- The Virgin of the Crystal Part VI
VI If the tradition I follow does not lie From the past scenes to the following day In the morning, Sitting in the shade of the willows sewing In the valley of Vilanova watching her cattle Is Rosiña. Unaware of … Continue reading
Curros Enríquez- The Virgin of the Crystal Part III
They must have loved each other a lot The servants of Mazcareñas They must have loved each other a lot For them to be talking at such length. Every night they are seated On a great stone bench Talking to … Continue reading
Curros Enríquez- The Virgin of the Crystal Part II
I Near to the city of Ourense, On the way to Celanova, Where the wind is warmer That whips Galician lands, With a circle of mountains Skirting around it, an ever green Flowery vale stretches out, Covered with aromatic herbs, … Continue reading
Curros Enríquez- The Cold Church
High above the fields Amongst mountains set There is raised up Bloated and black- A giant, dead hippo Covered with worms and couch grass- The deformed back of the old monastery. The tower bars- Iron needles- Seem to protest Time’s … Continue reading
Curros Enríquez- Ay!
How did it happen? I was out When the black spots came over him His mother sent me a cable And I came running. What sorrow! He heard my footfall And turned his eyes towards my face But did not … Continue reading
