Might he have fallen when he saw her face, If so enchanting was her smile–too young Must she have been–and tyrian among Oviedo’s great; or when she danced, so graceful Were her palmas and her whirling lace, She gave him tantalizing baile–flung Careening adoration; when she sung, As Andalusian cantos did embrace Regarding not her … Continue reading Sonnet I: When He Fell