Tag Archives: Poesía

Dawn II- Iglesias Alvariño

   Ploughline fingers touch through the dawn and wash by the river green pastures. -Ah, my morning girl says wedded she’ll be to a wind like brave youth gusting in from away out over the sea. -Ah, feel the wind … Continue reading

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Shadow of Life

Texeira de Pascoes (1877-1952) Shadow of life, speak! Come tell me your eternal secret. O Cosmic shadow shine out. I want to find myself on your intimate, suffering breast. I want to see you and get to know you, O … Continue reading

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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

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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

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Gloria Fuertes: Historia de Gloria

If you feel like a dishcloth Like a butt Like a husk. Don’t water your sadness, Your failure doesn’t exist (The failure is his!) Of the man who used you to clean himself And threw you away like an old … Continue reading

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Elías Veiga- Robinson Astur

Last Tuesday The men from the council Put out Three waste containers Next to the church. It’s about time Now there’s hardly anyone left In the village: Four pensioners With an old cow And four chickens. All the young men … Continue reading

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The Girl at the Fountain

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

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