Reflections on Spain (written in 2012)
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Our Spain, isn’t the Spain,
of how THEY would know it,
Lee, Spender, Spencer,
the 1930’s poets.
Our Spain, is the Spain,
of bankrupt Fiesta,
Torres, Xavi, Fabragas,
Arbaloa, Iniesta.
No rusty carbines,
fired from behind Olive trees,
Now it’s pass, pass, pass,
That brings opposition to their knees.
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