Friday, November 11
In honor of another anniversary, of a more private and happier nature:
Cultivo una rosa blanca en junio como en enero
Para el amigo sincero que me da su mano franca.
Y para el cruel que me arranca el corazón con que vivo,
Cardo ni hortiga cultivo, cultivo una rosa blanca.
~José Martí
O say, can you see,
By the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hail'd
At the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars,
Thro' the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watch'd,
Were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare,
The bombs bursting in air
Gave proof thro' the night
That our flag was still there.
O say, does that star-spangled
Banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free
And the home of the brave.
~Francis Scott Key, 1814
Cultivo una rosa blanca en junio como en enero
Para el amigo sincero que me da su mano franca.
Y para el cruel que me arranca el corazón con que vivo,
Cardo ni hortiga cultivo, cultivo una rosa blanca.
~José Martí
O say, can you see,
By the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hail'd
At the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars,
Thro' the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watch'd,
Were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare,
The bombs bursting in air
Gave proof thro' the night
That our flag was still there.
O say, does that star-spangled
Banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free
And the home of the brave.
~Francis Scott Key, 1814
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