<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391459" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Arbolé, Arbolé</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tree, tree<br>dry and green.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The girl with the pretty face <br>is out picking olives. <br>The wind, playboy of towers, <br>grabs her around the waist. <br>Four riders passed by<br>on Andalusian ponies, <br>with blue and green jackets <br>and big, dark capes. <br>'Come to Cordoba, muchacha.' <br>The girl won't listen to them. <br>Three young bullfighters passed, <br>slender in the waist, <br>with jackets the color of oranges <br>and swords of ancient silver. <br>'Come to Sevilla, muchacha.' <br>The girl won't listen to them. <br>When the afternoon had turned<br>dark brown, with scattered light, <br>a young man passed by, wearing <br>roses and myrtle of the moon. <br>'Come to Granada, inuchacha.' <br>And the girl won't listen to him. <br>The girl with the pretty face<br>keeps on picking olives <br>with the grey arm of the wind <br>wrapped around her waist.<br>Tree, tree<br>dry and green.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Translated by William Logan</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Original Spanish</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Arbolé, arbolé,<br>seco y verdí.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">La niña del bello rostro <br>está cogiendo aceituna. <br>El viento, galán de torres, <br>la prende por la cintura. <br>Pasaron cuatro jinetes <br>sobre jacas andaluzas,<br>con trajes de azul y verde, <br>con largas capas oscuras. <br>'Vente a Córdoba, muchacha.' <br>La niña no los escucha.<br>Pasaron tres torerillos<br>delgaditos de cintura, <br>con trajes color naranja <br>y espadas de plata antigua. <br>'Vente a Córdoba, muchacha.' <br>La niña no los escucha. <br>Cuando la tarde se puso<br>morada, con lux difusa, <br>pasó un joven que llevaba <br>rosas y mirtos de luna. <br>'Vente a Granada, muchacha.' <br>Y la niña no lo escucha.<br>La niña del bello rostro <br>sigue cogiendo aceituna, <br>con el brazo gris del viento <br>ceñido por la cintura. <br>Arbolé, arbolé.<br>Seco y verdé.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Federico+Garc%C3%ADa+Lorca">Federico García Lorca</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391459" data-title="Arbolé, Arbolé de Federico García Lorca" data-description="Tree, tree dry and green. The girl with the pretty face is out picking olives. The wind, playboy of towers, grabs her around the waist. Four riders passed by on Andalusian ponies, with blue and green jackets and big, dark capes. 'Come to C..."></div> </div> </div>

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