Tag Archives: Galicia
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
R.S. Thomas: Wales and Galicia
Two books published in 1952 and 1953 show the connections between Galicia and Wales, R.S. Thomas and Novoneyra. Continue reading
Pondal: A Celtic Bard in Spain
At the hour the sweet morning star Begins to soften and melt, His well-horned mountain goats Trotting along in front, Temenday the Celtic shepherd comes Returning to his sweet fold Alone and singing through the broom Of Xallas, decked with … Continue reading
Trobadores- Johan Arias de Santiago
I saw a young girl walking At Cresente through the woods And there she started singing Far from the view of the world Tying her skirt at the waist As the sun with dawn gold chased The banks of the … Continue reading
Xosé Vázquez Pintor
Xosé Vázquez Pintor- The Longing Won’t Win Out You can listen to this blog on Podomatic I am revisiting a poem by Xosé Vázquez Pintor. I want you to hear it in the original and in translation, now that I … Continue reading
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
Novoneyra- Wolf Stuff
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
Santiago- a Poem by Lorca
Tonight Santiago went by On his path of light through the sky The playing children say so a gentle brook’s burbling water. Where to, celestial pilgrim, riding that infinite clear path? He’s heading for distant dawn’s shine on a horse … Continue reading
Letter to My Wife
Letter to my wife My love, don’t forget it, there are words that are sinful to say these days. Words that you shouldn’t pronounce nor even think them, stutter them ponder and praise them, write them… Much less scream them. … Continue reading
Manuel Rivas- The Return
In Ithaca they were all dead. They say it was I, Argos the dog, who was the first to awake: -Dead, dead, dead! A smell stronger than shit, of the living man, was what made me vomit up the celestial … Continue reading
