Rafael Montesinos was a Sevillian poet born in 1920. Today marks a new anniversary of its death and to remember it there it goes selection of poems Of his work.
Rafael Montesinos
After spending his early years and adolescence in Seville, he settled in Madrid at the beginning of the 40s. His first poems are also from that time. He won several literary prizes such as the Ateneo de Madrid, the Ciudad de Sevilla or the National Literature. And he was also named Favorite Son of Andalusia.
Some titles of his work are ballad of love first, Poetic anthology o time in our arms. And several critics consider him at the level of his countryman Gustavo Adolfo Becquer.
Rafael Montesinos — Selected Poems
fable of the lemon tree
under the lemon tree
the girl told me:
-I love you.
And I started to think
it was better than the crust.
I threw away the breadcrumbs.
under the lemon tree
the girl gave me her kiss
first.
and together we watched fall
the lemons on the ground,
near dawn.
under the lemon tree
the girl said to me one day:
-I'm dying.
And I don't know where to go anymore
that the lemon grove reminds me
the grace of your profile.
to a teenager
because in your blood there was
seventeen horses galloping,
in the sweet sin of the flesh
you and I meet
that love suddenly returns one day,
just like the tree returns
from the barren winter to the greenest
summer lie.
because in your blood there was
seventeen horses galloping,
to the heart you wanted
arrive and you stayed in my hands.
my heart is room only
from heart. I left it forgotten
in a red land of olive groves
where everything is clearer
Let him sob. it only serves me
for a distant love
But I measured your body with my kisses
your kisses with my lips,
for the high moons of your breasts
I was a romantic poet
because in your blood there were seventeen
galloping horses
Elegy before a portrait of my childhood
Why so serious, tell me, with my hand on your forehead,
sailor without seas to sail? Like now,
heart had a teenage dream
and a man -it doesn't matter.-. sinking at the wrong time
Your six years knew that God had given me
a light that does not end and a world that I do not want.
You were already overcome with love and in love.
You died for the same things that I die.
That sad look -my look- teaches me
that you had a presentiment of everything that came later.
You stayed in that small cardboard,
I went around the world. The rest, you see.
letrilla
lie to me your love, now
that I believe in you on the bed,
in my tight arms
your late night blood
Soon, the dawn arrives!
Lie to me, love, lie to me
that I will regret it.
Oh, how sad it is to see you
trying to scare me
with another fire Sin
is to leave you and not have you.
Look, girl, that Death
I have always told him about you...
And I will not regret it.
Go my right lips,
now that no one is looking at us,
towards the sweet lie
lifted from your breasts.
my lips remain undone,
Now that no one sees us
and I will regret it.
I'm alone in the afternoon. I look away...
I'm alone in the afternoon. I look away
desperately far remain
through the air the last words
of the lovers who walk away.
The clouds know where they are going, my shadow
she will never know where love takes her.
Do you hear the clouds go by, tell me, do you hear
slipping on the grass my sadness?
Nobody knows what I love. Nobody knows
that if love came it brought its sorrow.
I am alone in the afternoon and I look far away.
I do not know where you come to my veins.
You leave my hands, no my soul.
We separate mountains, winds, dates.
Love, when we least expect it,
we are seen in absence.
I am in solitude. I look into the distance
darken the afternoon and my sadness.
I'm thinking of you and I'm thinking
that perhaps in solitude you also think of me.
Source: A low voice