Virgin dressed in crinoline
Virgin of the Solitude
Opened as an immense tulip.
In your ship of lights
You sail through the city's high tide,
Among the singing of ballads
And the crystal stars.
Virgin dressed in crinoline,
You sweep through the street's river
And down to the sea!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Virgin dressed in crinoline Virgin of the Solitude Virgin of Solitude... Good idea.. Like your other poems The Passion'' is also enriched with skilled poet-craft. 10 for you.
Love Lorca's. Tried to render it in English as closely as I could to the original Spanish. Tom