Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | May 5, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Provincial Sundays

by  Ramón López Velarde (1888 – 1921).


Provincial Sundays (1916)


On Sundays when the weather’s good, traditionally

in my home town, young ladies show their pretty heads

in the main square, their eyes reflecting sweetness

and the town band playing languid melodies.


And when the dreamy night descends on the town,                   5

the lovers look at one another with fine expressions

in their eyes, the orchestra’s flutes and violins

coin a thousand romantic sounds in the festive night.


In provincial towns at dawn, holidays

offer visitors a lovely scene:                                                                10

with their fresh faces, their missals in their hands,


young ladies on the way to church—

because on a holiday, among them is not one,

not one beauty, who would miss Mass.


(Transl. by Julián Manriquez)



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