“And a Rogue Is Married to a…”
“Recuerdas aquella tarde
Qué me juraste amor,
El cielo, sin una nube,
Y en el jardín la flor…”
You promised me a rosy road
When we took off together,
But differently events have flowed,
Turned cloudy is the weather.
I put my trust in you—alack!--
Yet I ought have foreseen
When honeymooning in Iraq
So struck your fancy keen.
My parents warned me, not to go
Along with such a rogue
(Displayed your crucifix shone so!)
And tender was your brogue.
It seemed that you spoke just for me,
My heart and eyelids fluttered--
To tell the truth, I did foresee
And that is why I’m guttered.
“Recuerdas aquella tarde
Qué me juraste amor,
El cielo, sin una nube,
Y en el jardín la flor…”