Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Ballad of Macario RomeroAlice Corbin
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Please give me permission to go to see mi chata.
You will give your life away for a foolish woman’s kiss!
Why, they are all good friends of mine; what could they do to me?
’Twill be unhealthy for you, as you too soon will know.
I go to see mi chata, no man can make me stay.
Said Papa: How do you know it?—By his horse I know it’s he!
Let us give a dance to fool him and take his gun away.
But Macario was careful and would not get drunk at all.
Saddle up two horses pronto, and for heaven’s sake be quick!
I beg you, do not take her now—you will come to no good end.
But if I do not take her now, then all these men will smile!
To go off with an hombre who will fill an early grave!
’Tis I who have made love to him; we’ll go while there is time.
When they were least expecting it, the first shot crossed.
I am used to killing birds in flight, not a man I cannot see.
I will watch your back, Macario—oh, shoot at them to kill!
I wish to die within your arms, come put your breast on mine.
Only to die within my arms, that I have brought you here!….
Now you may kill Rosita, and forever be accurst!
Now you will see, you cowards, how I shall make you fight!