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Casida: The Golden Girl
The golden girl
bathed in the water
and the water was gilded.
Waterweed and branches
in the shadows startled her,
and the nightingale sang
to the white girl.
The clear night came
clouded with dirty silver,
with bald-topped mountains
beneath a dark grey breeze.
The wet girl
was white in the water
and the water was a firey blaze.
Pure white dawn came
with a hundred cow faces
stiff and shrouded
with icy garlands.
The girl of tears
bathed in the flames
and the nightingale wept
with burnt wings.
The golden girl
was a white heron
and the water gilded her.
English translation by Paul Archer of Lorca's Casida de la muchacha dorada.
For more poems from this collection, go to El Diván Del Tamarit. |
