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XII Spring 2005
A Summer Night
Translated by Grecia Alvarez
It is a gorgeous summer night.
The tall houses have
their balconies open
From the old town to the wide plaza.
In the vast, deserted, square
benches of stone, bushes and acacias
draw symmetricaly
Their black shadows across the white sand.
On the zenith, the moon, and in the tower
The illuminated sphere of the clock.
I, in this old town, drift
Alone, like a ghost.
Grecia Alvarez (CAS 07) interest in Spanish translation
began with discussion in The
Poetry Seminar organized by Professor George Kalogeris.
She is studying abroad in the Fall of 2005 in Madrid, Spain.
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