Tag Archives: Galego
Novoneyra is the poet of O Courel. Here he writes about the wolf.
Wolf stuff boar gorge lone places no one’s been or will go. The wolf! The eyes the back of the wolf! The wolf comes down the wood’s eye moving the yewtree branches rustling along leafy paths seeking the most isolated … Continue reading
I caught her alone in the pines Overcome by the dawning of fear; She wanted to run but couldn’t, Knowing the kind of beast I am. She pleaded with me on her knees On her knees with me she pleaded; … Continue reading