CONFIDENCES
Why weepest thou, my sweetheart pale, Why bendest down thy lovely head? A dread idea doth assail My mind and turn my heart to lead.
Tell me: have they not loved thee well? Never! Come, tell the truth to me. Ah. then: one lover only 1 can tell Was faithful. Who? My misery.
Julián del CasalTranslator: Thomas Walsh
Incluido en el Hispanic anthology: poems translated from the Spanish by English and North-American poets, collected and arranged by Thomas Walsh....