Tag Archives: Galician poetry
The flax spinner is a theme in Spanish poetry and painting. In this short post I offer tow poems by Novoneyra on the theme.
On that peak there a white rock guards the pines in the misty, melancholy moonlight. You, Old Shepherd of the crow-haunted wastes, where by day the lark distils sun to song, have watched your flocks for two thousand years in … Continue reading
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
The Virgin of the Crystal A Legend You young girls of Vilanova, You have good reason to talk; For there is no Virgin in the world Like the Virgin of the Crystal. Burning souls born to cry A science that … Continue reading
A A slow knife is the project for identity. An indigo celebration is re-cognition. How did I let all this happen to me? My own dream went away from me with me I cannot allow them to misinterpret me one … Continue reading
I saw you on a clear night, It was Midsummer´s Eve, And you were putting fresh herbs Out in the fountain to cool. Ah, but you were so pretty Like the rose on the rosebush When it is covered all … Continue reading