75 ANIVERSARIO DE CÓMAROS VERDES

 

Nos curros de Aldoar

Non na cama de hexámetros virxilianos
con Deiopea. Nos curros de Aldoar

durmiu esta noite o vento coa Oreade.

Os seus bicos sabían a queirogas,
a rosadas e xestas do Valiño
con flores e niños de xemexeme.
Traguía nas súas mans un soño ledo

de aloumiñar centeos e liñeiras.
E a súa voz era moi noviña
de falar coas loias no camiño no sol.

Vento pagán de ollos verdes,

tu non afundiche frotas nemigas no Tirreno!

Nese teu mar de grañas infinitas

arrempuxas os pailebotes claros

dos cantares das leiras. 

In the pastures of Aldoar

Not on the bed of Virgilian hexameters

with Deiopea. In the pastures of Aldoar

the wind slept tonight with the Oread.

tHis kisses tasted of heather,

of dew and broom of O Valiño

with flowers and dunnocks' nests.

He brought in his hands a joy ful dream

of caressing rye and flax fields.

And his voice was very young

from talking to the skylarks on the way to the sun.

Pagan wind with green eyes,

you never sank enemy fleets in the Tyrrhene sea!

In your sea with its infinite scrublands

you blow along the bright pilot-boats,

the song in the fields.

Cómaros verdes

Aquilino Iglesia Alvariño