San Juan’S Day

San Juan’s Day in Guadalupe; the plaza is astir With caballeros bold and gay and senoritas shy, And Miguel the alfarero wends through the crowd to her, Dolores with the dusky eyes as soft as twilit sky.

Dolores ’neath whose lightest touch his heart is like the clay; Who molds him as he molds his wares upon the whirring wheel; Oh! may the Saints be good to him on this auspicious day, And grant him words to tell her all the love a man may feel.

Mi alma, see, this olla--how it flashes in the sun, And shimmers with the iris of paloma’s dimpled breast! Lift thou the lid and look within, querida, little one; My heart lies warm below your gaze as birds lie in the nest.