SONG OF THE HORSEMAN
Córdova
distant and alone
black pony,big moon,
olives in my saddlebag.
though I know these roads,
I' ll never reacho Córdova
Trough the plains,trough wind,
black pony,red moon,
death watching me
from the high towers of Córdova
Ay! What a long road.
Ay! What brave pony.
Ay! Death,you will take me,
on the road to Cordova.
Córdova,
distant and alone
Poem from Federico Garcia Lorca spanish poetry
Tr.B.Harnett
Image Gustav Klimt.
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