MY LOVES - SONNET A LA POMPADOUR

      MY LOVES
      SONNET A LA POMPADOUR

My loves are bronzes, crystals, porcelains,
Windows aglow like jewelled treasuries,
Hangings of florid, golden argosies,
And salvers brilliant with Venetian stains.

My loves are damosels of ancient reigns,
The old world’s troubadour sweet harmonies,
The steed that bounds to Arabic caprice.
The German ballad with its tear refrains,

Ihe ivory-carved piano-keys aflood,
The sounding horn within the forest glade.
the soft aroma from the censer fumed.

The couch of ivory, gold. and sandal-wood,
Where virgin loveliness at last is laid,
A broken flower of inocence entombed.


Julián del Casal
Translator: Roderick Gill



Hojas al viento (1890)  
Original version

Incluido en el Hispanic anthology: poems translated from the Spanish by English and North-American poets, collected and arranged by Thomas Walsh....