(after Luis de Góngora y Argote) <br /> <br />I saw the prettiest girl in town <br />standing alone a the pier, looking at the sea <br />where the love of her life had drown <br />and from life she wished to be free <br />with tears in her sparkling blue eyes, <br />as the love of her life was gone <br />and days with sparkling skies <br />passed and still she sobbed on and on: <br /> <br />“leave me and let me be, <br />to cry alone at the sea.” <br /> <br />Nights and days slipped by <br />and day-by-day I saw her <br />watching the seagulls fly <br />clasping her hands together <br />and she said nothing to me <br />but at times her eyes caught mine <br />with a message in them while she kept her own company <br />watching the rising sun that was the colour of wine <br /> <br />“leave me and let me be, <br />to cry alone at the sea” <br /> <br />and I left her there in tranquillity, <br />wishing her to find harmony <br />but still in my mind <br />stays the girl at the sea <br /> <br />and now it feels as if she is beaconing me <br />calling every night and day <br />and from her voice I cannot be free <br />and she sounds pretty and gay: <br /> <br />“come to me, come to me, <br />I am waiting for you at the sea.” <br /> <br />[Reference: “La Más Bella Niña” by Luis de Góngora y Argote.]<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-saw-the-prettiest-girl-in-town/
