• Menu

    • Home
    • About Andy
    • Blog
    • Newsletter
    • Donate
    • Voter Information
    • Videos
    • Contact
  • Home
  • About Andy
  • Blog
  • Newsletter
  • Donate
  • Voter Information
  • Videos
  • Contact
Granada (A Poem in English & Spanish)
April 29, 2018

Granada
I have dreamed of Granada
And her Roman streets of mucus and neglected stones,
The high fever of her summer,
And the inedible olives of her femininity.

How I miss your oil, your dust, your bread!

Granada has forgotten me.
It’s been so long since I’ve wandered
Her mountains and caught her buses,
Since I’ve disguised myself in the dry heat
Of her forlorn pianos playing on the ashes
Of Federico García Lorca.

I have dreamed of her
Over and over again.
Not the Granada of museums.
Not the Granada of fountains and guitars.
Not the Granada linked to me
By planes, by roads, by trains.

No, not that one.

I have dreamed of the Granada
Of my youth, the ink that spilled like semen
Into the infertile pages of well-worn memory.

I want to swallow the Flamenco dancer’s sweat.
I want the bull’s heat on my skin.
I want to shiver in the Sierra Nevada
And die of heat stroke on the open plain.
And I want to take a final sip of Andalusian breeze
Before that long night drops anchor
And time stays put like a reluctant vessel.

Do you remember all those naïve promises
About moons, about eyes, about eternity?

Granada, are you still there?

Granada, where have you gone!

Written on Sunday, April 29, 2018

Granada

He soñado con Granada
Y sus calles romanas de moco y adoquines descuidados,
La fiebre alta de su verano,
Y los olivos inedibles de su femininidad.

¡Cuánto echo de menos tu aceite, tu polvo, tu pan!

Granada se ha olvidado de mi.
Hace tanto que no recorro
Sus montañas, que no cojo sus autobuses,
Que no me disfrazo del calor seco
De sus pianos desolados tocando las cenizas
De Federico García Lorca.

He soñado con ella
Una y otra vez.
No la Granada de los museos.
No la Granada de fuentes y guitarras.
No la Granada que está vinculado a mí
Por los aviones, por las calles, por los trenes.

No, no ésa.

He soñado con la Granada de mi juventud,
La tinta que se derramó como semen
En las páginas infértiles de la memoria bien gastada.

Quiero tragar el sudor de los bailarínes de flamenco.
Quiero sobre mi piel el calor del toro.
Quiero temblar en la Sierra Nevada
Y morirme de golpe de calor en la llanura.
Y quiero tomar un último sorbo de la brisa andaluza
Antes de que la noche larga tire ancla
Y el tiempo se quede quieto como un buque reacio.

¿Te acuerdas de todas esas promesas ingenuas
Sobre las lunas, sobre los ojos, sobre la eternidad?

Granada, ¿Sigues allí?

Granada, ¡Adónde te has ido!

Escrito el domingo, 29 de abril, 2018

(Visited 544 times, 1 visits today)
adulthoodpoetry
Share

poetry

You might also like

The End of Time: A Sonnet
March 22, 2023
Free Time
February 26, 2023
My Poetry Manuscript Is Complete!
February 20, 2023

Leave A Reply


Leave a Reply Cancel reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

  • Search

  • Popular Posts

    • The Problem With the Proverb About Teaching a Man to Fish
    • Template Letters to Send the Board of Governors of the USPS
    • The Problem With DEI
    • The Dark Knight and Me: an Essay
    • Questions On Nike, Colin Kaepernick, and Corporate…
  • Recent Posts

    • The End of Time: A Sonnet
    • Free Time
    • My Poetry Manuscript Is Complete!
    • Ode to My Favorite Poetry Podcast, Now Featuring a Car Commercial
    • We’ll Never Green the Economy Like This
  • Blog Categories

    • America on the Brink
    • Be The Change
    • book review
    • brown
    • Business
    • Capital Good Fund
    • Certitude
    • Cycling
    • environment
    • featured
    • Huffington Post
    • micro credit
    • movie reviews
    • Musings
    • News
    • philosophy
    • poetry
    • Politics
    • Pragmatic Idealsim
    • Prose
    • Renewable Energy
    • Thesis
    • travel
    • TreeHugger Job
    • Uncategorized
  • Subscribe to Our Newsletter

    Check out my newsletter, Be The Change

    Check your inbox or spam folder to confirm your subscription.



  • Get In Touch

    Contact Andy
  • My Goal

    My goal is to foster an economy that alleviates poverty, provides meaningful, sustainable and just jobs, and protects and restores the environment.
  • Sign Up!


© Copyright Andy Posner | Site design by RI Web Gurus