Tag Archives: Rosalía de Castro

Álvaro Cunqueiro- Rosalía de Castro

Now this something no more is of this world rose fountain perfume plum or glass Now that it no longer is you remembered this woodland so sad in its birdless dawn or how so early  you fled a damp pipe … 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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En las Orillas del Sar

In the organ’s echoes or the wind’s words In a star’s shining or a drop of rain, She felt you all round, saw you everywhere Without ever finding you. Maybe she found you, found you and lost you Again, in … Continue reading

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Vanessa Gutiérrez- The House

The House In memory of the runaway (fugáu) Ladino Suárez Four decades on He came back to the homeland of his dead To pay the debt he contracted With burnt blood. How much pain there was amongst the ivy That … Continue reading

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Hurdy Gurdy Romance

Hurdy Gurdy Romance  -Count Laiño with your sweet loving, Do not go far from the side of hearth. Haughty gallant with eyes burning, Suffering gallant who speaks so sweet. -Beside the manor I have a love, Ah, beloved treasure Of … Continue reading

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Breogan’s Lighthouse

I work on the Camino de Santiago in Galicia- the Camiño.  At the end of every journey I make my way down to Follas Novas, my favourite book shop in Santiago de Compostela, and buy a book or two.  I … Continue reading

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Rosalía de Castro- The Oak Trees

How quick the implacable axe Felled to the ground Oaks and holm oaks. And by the light of darling dawn How bald appears The mountain crest! Where yesterday coppice and wood Were rustic thick, Enveloped in sweet mystery When mists … Continue reading

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