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Literary Imagination Advance Access first published online on December 5, 2008
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Literary Imagination, doi:10.1093/litimag/imn062
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© The Author 2008. Published by Oxford University Press on behalf of the Association of Literary Scholars and Critics. All rights reserved. For permissions please e-mail: journals.permissions@oxfordjournals.org

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]

—translated by Leslie Harkema


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