• By David B. Gosselin

An Andalusian Dream


The Favorite of the Emir - Benjamin-Joseph Constant

Over the sultry seas and snowy peaks, A rich and glowing sun appears, Creeping from out the craggy recesses And pouring through the valley glades.

The pomegranate groves are bathed in light

As they prepare their rubies sweet —

Meanwhile, afternoon rays descend into

The gentle streams and placid pools.

As creatures frolic on the verdant fields, Larks warble in the rustling trees; Above the valley cataracts descend Into clear meandering streams.

As I lie gazing deep within the shade Of a young pomegranate tree, Each sight reminds me of my fairest dreams — Dreams from which I must soon awake.


David is a translator, poet and linguist based in Montreal.