Photography: Agustín García Calvo. Wikipedia.
Agustin Garcia Calvo was born in Zamora on a day like today in 1926. He was grammarian, poet, playwright, essayist, translator and thinker and was part of the Linguistic Circle of Madrid. He has won several prizes such as the National Essay Prize, the National Dramatic Literature Prize and also the same prize for the whole of a translator's work. These are 4 poems selected from his work to remember or discover it.
Agustin Garcia Calvo — 4 poems
free i love you
free i love you
like a leaping stream
from rock to rock,
but not mine.
big i love you
like a pregnant mountain
of spring,
but not mine.
Good I love you
like bread that doesn't taste
its good dough,
but not mine.
High I love you
like poplar than to heaven
he wakes up,
but not mine.
Blanca I love you
like orange blossom
on earth,
but not mine.
but not mine
neither of God nor of anyone
not even yours.
serene I am
Serene I am like the sea
serene.
Go, friend, to sob
your sorrow
don't know or say
my blood friend
who has the heart
of salt.
Serene I am like the night
serene:
What time, friend, what a waste
of sand!
don't expect or want
my love fortune
that in his well falls
Moon.
I am serene if you are
(serene).
If I am good, you are more
that's good.
Don't expect or want
love; and cry,
just like the night
and the sea.
don't wake up
Don't wake up.
The girl who sleeps in the shade
not wake up;
who sleeps in the shade of the tree;
not wake up;
in the shade of the pomegranate tree
not wake up;
Good Science Pomegranate,
not wake up;
of the science of good and evil
don't wake up.
Don't wake up, keep going
death asleep;
follow the breeze of the wing
sleeping death;
to the breeze of the angel's wing
death asleep;
kissed angel wing
sleeping death;
of the angel kissed on the forehead
death asleep;
kissed on the forehead of the lily
sleeping death;
on the forehead of the lily in the shade
death asleep
don't wake up, keep going
the girl asleep,
don't wake up, no.
who painted the moon
who painted the moon
on the slate roofs?
who sowed the wheat
Under water?
You are so stupid, my little soul,
so silly and so.
my girl slept
and everyone caressed me,
single parents,
pregnant maidens
You are so stupid, my little soul,
so silly and so.
where there is no war it seems
As if nothing happened:
worms weave;
also spiders.
You are so stupid, my little soul,
so silly and so.
If someone cries it is because
knows that there are tears;
and when you laugh it's
because he feels like it
You are so stupid, my little soul,
so silly and so,
my soul.
Sources: Literary Museum, Trianarts.