Tag Archives: Galicia
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
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
Novoneyra is the poet of O Courel. Here he writes about the wolf.
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, 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
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