Recuerdos De Las Chinitas Poem by Charles Fisher

Do not imagine I leave you, Madrid, with a merry heart
Never in all your love, in your dress of light,
Have I known such fever of dancing, such fury of
Slamming heels, such blackbird whirring of
Palos - look, we are close to heaven
Here in this cave where for a moment one girl
Gathers all space in the delicate curve of her arm, so favour
Me always, lunares, and never oh never forget me - planets
Pinned to the hem of a skirt; turn
Slow callocilla, priestess, the chords
You command are far-reaching.