Tag Archives: Poesía

Álvaro Cunqueiro- The Enchanted Island

There is an enchanted island Away in the deeps of the sea With oxen the colour of weather And shepherd girls made of glass. The isle has a river of birds That open their mouths in song- Sad island birds … Continue reading

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I caught her alone in the pines Overcome by the dawning of fear; She wanted to run but couldn’t, Knowing the kind of beast I am. She pleaded with me on her knees On her knees with me she pleaded; … Continue reading

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Cuartetu de la Criación

Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch’entrate  You shut the door tight and barely hear Much more at your back than the striking Hard and dry of wood and iron. You’re not going out, no, but in to the hearth Where all … Continue reading

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