Cordova

Conde de Villamediana

A grand town-square, close streets, or rather straits;
A rich old bishop, traders poor as rats;
Fair horses, ambling slow, with such soft paces,
As well might teach the women better graces;
Women, whose gait and pace so strong and coarse is,
You'd think they practised steps with stalking horses;
Rude shapeless houses, men like cornstalks tall.
Cobblers' and stitchers' work on every stall;
Slummed wine to drink, lean bread to feed upon;
A crowd of fools, — wise Gongora all alone, —
I found at Cordova; — if bad's the best.
Let him who finds aught better paint the rest.


Main Location:

Cordova, Spain