Through the Arch of Elvira
I want to watch you go by, to ask you your name and to break down and cry. What grey nine o'clock moon
Through the Arch of Elvira
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What a voice for my punishment
do you raise in the market! What an outlandish carnation in the piles of wheat! How distant I am with you, how close when you leave! Through the Arch of Elvira
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I did the translation and I also took the photograph (1998). The idea for this page comes from Frank Reilly, to whom I dedicate it.