Standing by the red gate, a weather-beaten Scouser
I saw the ghost of John Lennon in Strawberry Fields
You're not rough sleeping, are you, mate?
Looking a bit pale, because you’re a shade
Some people find no rest beyond the grave
In Strawberry Fields, I saw the ghost of John Lennon
And there was no music playing, except the call
Of the rooks and the ravens
I think I'll be safer at Penny Lane.
First Edition Translation of Teselas by Carmen Crespo X111 César Simón Poetry Prixe 2016 Translated from Spanish by Robin Ouzman Hislop and Amparo Arrospíde
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
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