"La Golondrina" Thrummed To a lame-stringed guitar. Soft-eyed women With plaited braids At soggy tubs. No gurgling dips In flowing streams To naiad laughter. Metreless brown hands Shaping limp @3tortillas@1 From grocery flour. Lost the old tuned Spat! Spat! Of pestled corn. Fierce gas flames Scorching @3frijoles.@1 No long soft glows Of charcoal, fanned To long slow thoughts. Behold that once-schoolmaster, Slight-built and scholarly, Nodding, workworn, Over Spanish poems. Note that carver of images Whose dream-troubled eyes Study with rue His stiff track-mending hands. Broken rhythms All their craft and art. Tune-lost their lives In exile.... @3America, Can you give them New Music?@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOUL'S EXPRESSION by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ON THE DEATHS OF THOMAS CARLYLE AND GEORGE ELIOT by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE POET'S SPEAR by ARCHILOCHUS HYMN OF FREEDDOM by MICHAEL JOSEPH BARRY HE DIED FOR ME by GEORGE WASHINGTON BETHUNE THE THREE SAD SHEPPARDESSES, GOE TO A LITTLE TABLE, WHERE THEY SINGE by ELIZABETH BRACKLEY |