TravelswithCharie

Reading poetry is one of many things I’ve enjoyed during this period of isolation. So on Week 7 of this series, I would like to share with you some poems/excerpts from poems that remind me of the places I’ve visited over the years. Please check the links to find the full verse for some of the poems I’ve included here. Kamakura On Meditation by Milarepa Rest in a natural way like a small child Rest like an ocean without waves Rest within clarity like a candle flame Rest without self concerns like a human corpse Rest unmoving like a mountain. https://www.travelswithcharie.com/2009/07/wooded-hills-of-kamakura.html House of Federico Garcia Lorca in Granada, Spain Sonnet of Sweet Complaint by Federico Garcia Lorca Never let me lose the marvel of your statue-like eyes, or the accent the solitary rose of your breath  places on my breath at night. I am afraid of being on this shore A branchless trunk, and what I most regret Is having no flower, pulp, or clay For the worm of my despair…… h...

Cuenca The Moors built this fortress town around 711-714 on a ridge between two gorges of the Júcar and Huécar rivers. Alphonso VIII of Castile captured this citadel, known then as Kunka, in the 12th century and renamed it Cuenca. A Christian town was born and spread down the hill. The old hill town or "upper city" became the seat of religious institutions while the lower town hosted a booming textile industry until the 16th century.  Cuenca is a UNESCO World Heritage site. In its Justification of Inscription, the World Heritage Committee describes Cuenca thus: "It is also exceptional because the walled town blends into and enhances the fine rural and natural landscape within which it is situated". Plaza Mayor The Plaza Mayor is the gathering place for festivals like the nine processions preceding Easter and the concurrent celebration of Religious Festival Week. The Camino del Calvario, (Road to Calvary) procession with religious pasos (statue...

Lorca's house in the outskirts of Granada Today I gave a travel presentation at work about Spain and I included this sonnet from one of Spain's greatest poets/playwrights, Federico Garcia Lorca. It's full of visual imagery which not only gives the reader the ability to see what he's written but it also leads the mind of the reader in search of meaning. Sonnet of Sweet Complaint Never let me lose the marvel of your statue-like eyes, or the accent the solitary rose your breath places on my cheek at night. I am afraid of being, on this shore, a branchless trunk, and what I most regret is having no flower, pulp, or clay for the worm of my despair. If you are my hidden treasure, if you are my cross, my dampened pain, if I am a dog, and you alone my master, never let me lose what I have gained, and adorn the branches of your river with leaves of my estranged Autumn. The original Spanish version below is from http://www.poesia-inter.net/fglso107.htm Soneto...