THE LITTLE GIRL THROWS LITTLE ORANGES 
 
In Valencia at Christmas
the little girl throws me little oranges
but I swear that if I were to throw them  
back to her   love
would cause them to become blossom-bursts
 
On my way to a masquerade-ball   I sauntered under her balcony
I saw the sun hiding mischievously in her eyes
as her dawning body frantically flung little oranges
 
As she knows nothing of love   she thinks that everything is a joke
but I swear that if I were to throw  
those little oranges back to her   love
would cause them to turn back into blossom-bursts

 
     
   Lope de Vega Carpio