Literary Imagination Advance Access originally published online on December 5, 2008
Literary Imagination 2009 11(1):77-79; doi:10.1093/litimag/imn062
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Miguel de Unamuno
Salamanca
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Lofty grove of towers which upon setting
behind the holm oaks that encrust the cloudscape
with the fire of its rays the paternal
Castilian sun gilds;
forest of stones that was wrested by history
from the very womb of the maternal earth,
enclave filled with tranquility, I bless you,
my Salamanca!
You look out one way across the slow Tormes,
on the muted foliage of the holm oaks
like the foliage of your stone, unmoving,
dense, everlasting.
The other way, along the. . . [Full Text of this Article]