Best Seville Poems

A 
picture
I’ve saved shows
a suave Spaniard
on a horse. Dressed in
a matador’s jacket,
he’s turned to the crowd, smiling.
Behind him, sitting sideways is
a woman, dark hair pulled...

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Today, I chose to shave my head,
by a shaky hand I was led,
I tried to glide the razor,
cut me quick like a laser...
"Emergency room!" Enough...

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Iberia, you took my breath away
with fiery gypsy spirit and romance;
with ancient Moorish history and grace;
with everything there is of you to see;
to hear and...

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Flying Saucers, Flake, Bar Six
Country Style, Gobstoppers, Twix.

Toffee Crisp and Dairy Crunch
Grand Seville and Milky Lunch.

Arrow Bars and Sherbert Dabs
Caramac and Lucky Bags.

Bluebird Toffee slabs...

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“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but...

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the grace of Paris
lingering in my thoughts. . . 
Madrid’s grimy walls

As our small group of students entered Madrid, it was an early morning in...

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There is a place so beautiful I'd love to see again.
My dream vacation started in Madrid, in central Spain.
How I long to stroll again down...

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Of new pains new verses must be composed 
To give matter for the canto twenty
Of the canticle first, treating sunk posed.

I just was inclined with...

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Since youth, I've been a big foodie; every goodie I've tried, even sushi.
At 18, I traveled abroad, first to France; Thank heavens I didn't try...

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Partir c'est mourir un peu..

Att skiljas är att dö en smula.
Av barn, fyllon och dårar får man höra sanningen.
Det är bäst att bita i det...

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Amelia,
writer, reader, shower singer, kitchen dancer,
Sister of James,
Lover of family, friends, and a badly-named boy,
who feels the weight of the world, love, pain,
who fears bones,...

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January.
I now perform the annual alchemy,
my purpose :
to capture Spanish sunshine in a jar.

Seville :
white fragrant flower to bitter orange sphere.
Childrey :
sugar, water, shredded peel...

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A friendly Story 
He the modest farmer was cutting green juicy spring grass
those that had spring flowers entwined it was for his donkey
that had been...

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(Idle musings on the facade of Seville Cathedral)

How patiently they suffer, these old saints! 
Their sandstone features, crumbled, vague, 
some noses gone (some medieval ague,...

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More Surprises to Come

More surprises to come there soon will be
After taking a good look at you and me
And our wives who are with much...

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