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Three Dark Maids

Three dark maids,—I loved them when
In Jaën,—
Axa, Fátima, Marien.

Three dark maids who went together
Picking olives in clear weather,
My, but they were in fine feather
In Jaën,—
Axa, Fátima, Marien.—

There the harvests they collected,
Turning home with hearts dejected,
Haggard where the sun reflected
In Jaën,—
Axa, Fátima, Marien.—

Three dark Moors so lovely they—
Three dark Moors so lovely, they
Plucked the apples on that day
Near Jaën,—
Axa, Fátima, Marien.


                   —Thomas Walsh (translator).

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  • Saignement
    July 4, 2005
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    Lovely, I found it inspirational

  • flrt421f
    June 24, 2004
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    Very good poem but I didn't understand the part were you say "Near Jaen,- Axa, Fatima, Marien". Other wise I understood what you were saying and I loved it. Good job!
    -Kayla-