Francisco Arellano  | Traductor |
| H. P. Lovecraft | Escritor |
Why are base foreign boors allow'd to dwell
Amongst the hills where Saxon greatness fell;
Live their low lives, themselves in filth degrade
As monkeys haunt a palace long decay'd?...
The village rings with ribald foreign cries;
Around the wine-shops loaf with bleary eyes
A vicious crew, that mock the name of "man,"
Yet dare to call themselves "American."
| ▲Volumen▼ | ▲Editorial▼ | ▲Año▼ |
|---|---|---|
El cáncer de la superstición. Miscelánea 2  | La Biblioteca del Laberinto | May 2018 |
