Tag Archives: Noriega Varela
Misreading and Noriega Varela
Humble song Sweet-smelling April breeze Ethereal clouds Go with you. Humble stone Lost in mud Wounded by sun Becomes a star. Black branches Touching sky Paint themselves Celestial blue. Drop of dew Trembling light I see sun Inside you Humble … Continue reading
Our Language: Novoneyra and Noriega Varela
Our Language The mountain man is coming now. Why? Oh dear heart! He is blind- He cannot see past the veil: He is coming to speak Gallego He is coming so that Gallego can live. Our language is a little … Continue reading
Iglesia Alvariño- O Longo das Ribeiras
Ó Longo das Ribeiras Along the water’s edge, in longing I go, my girl. Where are the boats and flowers? The rivers no longer flow anywhere. The far distance and the sea don’t exist. Everything is here … Continue reading
Noriega Varela- the Angelic Wolf
Noriega Varela This is an article translated from the book Galicia Emigrante 1954-1971 a collection of the radio broadcasts of Luis Seoane (Ediciós do Castro: A Coruña, 1994). Angelic Wolf is the name the great poet of Portugal, Teixeira de Pascoes, gave … Continue reading
Memories- Noriega Varela
Oh divine Yearning! I will show you Companions, if it is true you really want them. They are like roses cut from rosebushes, Little stars dropped from heaven. They are the memories of pretty shepherdesses, Of fascinating magical creatures, Who … Continue reading
My Little Girl- Noriega Varela
My girl you are startling yourself Listening to the savage screams Of arrogant sea-gulls. Muse, cast out on the coast, Look towards the blue mountains From your exile on the beach. Forget the sea, remember The humble cow and good … Continue reading
The Song the Virgin Sings- Noriega Varela
The song the Virgin sings Near the rosemary fountain, The song the Virgin sings I shall also sing. The song the Virgin sings When she lulls her little child: “My caravel, my rose, My little bird’s kiss!”
Our Speech- Noriega Varela
The mountain man is coming now. Why? Oh beloved! He is blind- The one who can’t see past the veil: He is coming to speak Gallego He is coming so that Gallego can live. Our language is a little bird … Continue reading
Noriega Varela- A Worm Goes By
Don’t step on me, walker! Insignificant pauper, I’ve a saint’s advocacy Who calls to the wandering wolf, My brother, who stands in for All the Lord’s delicacy. This short poem rests on the slight dissonance of that ‘delicacy’ at … Continue reading
