Tag Archives: Cátedra

Cespedes: Poem on Painting

I’ll start out here, Painter of the World. On the first and second days Right up to the last day of rest, From confused and shadowy chaos you brought A happy face to light from out of the deep; And … Continue reading

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To Queen Isabel

Antón de Montoro –  To Queen Isabel Oh, bitter, sad, old ragman, You don’t recognise your own pain! It is seventy years since you were born And every year you have proclaimed, “The Virgin was conceived without sin”; I never … Continue reading

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