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owlectomyI think Federico Garcia Lorca is my new reason to learn Spanish.
There is child-like sweetness in the calm of morning.
The trees reach down their arms to the earth.
A trembling breath covers the fields where they are sowing,
And the spiders lay out their silk paths
--Rays of the air's clean crystal.
In the boulevard a spring recites its song in the grass.
And the snail, peaceful bourgeois of the pavement,
Humble and unnoticed,
Contemplates the landscape.
The divine quiet of Nature gives him faith and valour,
And forgetting the shame of his home, wants to see the end of the path.
(It's of course better in the original--I translated this as a study thing, but there doesn't appear to be a better translation online).
There is child-like sweetness in the calm of morning.
The trees reach down their arms to the earth.
A trembling breath covers the fields where they are sowing,
And the spiders lay out their silk paths
--Rays of the air's clean crystal.
In the boulevard a spring recites its song in the grass.
And the snail, peaceful bourgeois of the pavement,
Humble and unnoticed,
Contemplates the landscape.
The divine quiet of Nature gives him faith and valour,
And forgetting the shame of his home, wants to see the end of the path.
(It's of course better in the original--I translated this as a study thing, but there doesn't appear to be a better translation online).