Here’s a poem fitting for the Day of the Dead. It’s called A una calavera (To a skull) and was written by Lope de Vega (1562 – 1635), a Spanish poet and playwright.
A una calavera
by Lope de Vega
Esta cabeza, cuando viva, tuvo
sobre la arquitectura destos huesos
carne y cabellos, por quien fueron presos
los ojos que mirándola detuvo.
Aquí la rosa de la boca estuvo,
marchita ya con tan helados besos,
aquí los ojos de esmeralda impresos,
color que tantas almas entretuvo.
Aquí la estimativa en que tenía
el principio de todo el movimiento,
aquí de las potencias la armonía.
¡Oh hermosura mortal, cometa al viento!,
¿dónde tan alta presunción vivía,
desprecian los gusanos aposento?
To a Skull
This head, when alive had
On the architecture of its bones
Flesh and hair, by which the eyes,
That stopped to look at it, were made prisoners.
Here the pink mouth was
Fading already with such cold kisses,
Here the emerald eyes were imprinted,
Color that entertained so many souls.
Here the judgment that was
The source of all movement,
Here the powers of harmony.
Oh mortal beauty, kite in the wind!,
Where such lofty presumption lived,
The worms despise the chamber.
Here’s this poem set to song on a youtube video:
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