Well apologies for the quiet. But maybe you liked it. I have been away working in Prague and reading Lorca but not at the same time. Both were fun. But back in the groove again. It is hot here and I am waiting for a gigantic rainstorm to arrive. Also have been waiting for an even longer time to get my head around a grouping or collection of poems and it looks like that might also arrive in a downpour.
And with regard to the quiet I suppose losing a parent takes a bit of getting used to.
In the meantime here are some stars from the Alhambra bathhouse.
And a poem by Lorca...
A Irene García
(criada)
En el soto,
los alamillos bailan
uno con otro.
Y el arbolé,
con sus cuatro hojitas,
baila también.
¡Irene!
Luego vendrán las lluvias
y las nieves.
Baila sobre lo verde.
Sobre lo verde, verde,
que te acompaño yo.
¡Ay cómo corre el agua!
¡Ay mi corazón!
En el soto,
los alamillos bailan
uno con otro.
Y el arbolé,
con sus cuatro hojitas,
baila también.
*
To Irene García [a man needs a maid?]
In the thicket
the little poplar trees dance
with one another.
And that tree
with four little leaves
also dances.
Irene
The rains must come
and the snows.
Dance on the green!
On the green green
I go with you.
[howl] How the water runs
[howl] Oh my heart
In the thicket
the little poplar trees dance
with one another.
And that tree
with four little leaves
dances also.
This is my rather free translation - but I have fallen in love with this poem from Lorca's Canciones likely written sometime between 1921 and 1924.
And with regard to the quiet I suppose losing a parent takes a bit of getting used to.
In the meantime here are some stars from the Alhambra bathhouse.
And a poem by Lorca...
A Irene García
(criada)
En el soto,
los alamillos bailan
uno con otro.
Y el arbolé,
con sus cuatro hojitas,
baila también.
¡Irene!
Luego vendrán las lluvias
y las nieves.
Baila sobre lo verde.
Sobre lo verde, verde,
que te acompaño yo.
¡Ay cómo corre el agua!
¡Ay mi corazón!
En el soto,
los alamillos bailan
uno con otro.
Y el arbolé,
con sus cuatro hojitas,
baila también.
*
To Irene García [a man needs a maid?]
In the thicket
the little poplar trees dance
with one another.
And that tree
with four little leaves
also dances.
Irene
The rains must come
and the snows.
Dance on the green!
On the green green
I go with you.
[howl] How the water runs
[howl] Oh my heart
In the thicket
the little poplar trees dance
with one another.
And that tree
with four little leaves
dances also.
This is my rather free translation - but I have fallen in love with this poem from Lorca's Canciones likely written sometime between 1921 and 1924.
