Rhyme Of The Day

I came across a pretty poem in Spanish, by Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer, so here is a very rough rendering into English, along with the original. ...

In Spain, it’s never much of a search  To find a mosque turned into a church.  That bell tower, now so pleasantly ringing,  Was once a minar...

Two hundred and fifty years since they declared!  I've been alive for more than a quarter of that,  Observing closely who my people are....

In an airplane sometimes you seem to pursue the sun.  You’re heading west as the setting sun does too,  And the sunset hangs there refusing ...

I have tried  Not to hide  Such talents as I have.  You may scrawl on my grave  That at least I did not save  My best for private consumptio...

I am an awful Catholic, it is true.  I disbelieve. I do not go to church.  Except, and this is strange, sometimes I do.  I go into the build...

The s is silent in island, Although I'm not sure why,  Unless it's to trip up foreigners...  Our spelling humor is dry.  Our languag...

To swim in the sea where Sappho might have swum,  To spy the fishes nibbling in the sand,  To listen on the whisper of the wind  For words s...

 Theories? I got a million. Just ask my wife.  At this point she’s listened to them for most of her life.  Evidence? Yeah I do have some. Bu...