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Dawn – Federico García Lorca

Dawn in New York has  four columns of mire  and a hurricane of black pigeons  splashing in the putrid waters.  Dawn in New York groans  on enormous fire escapes  searching between the angles  for spikenards of drafted anguish.  Dawn arrives … Continue reading

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Gacela Of The Dead Child – Federico García Lorca

Each afternoon in Granada,  each afternoon, a child dies.  Each afternoon the water sits down  and chats with its companions.  The dead wear mossy wings.  The cloudy wind and the clear wind  are two pheasants in flight through the towers,  … Continue reading

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City That Does Not Sleep -Federico García Lorca

In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.  Nobody is asleep.  The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins.  The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream,  and the man who … Continue reading

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Landscape Of A Vomiting Multitude – Federico García Lorca

The fat lady came out first,  tearing out roots and moistening drumskins.  The fat lady  who turns dying octopuses inside out.  The fat lady, the moon’s antagonist,  was running through the streets and deserted buildings  and leaving tiny skulls of … Continue reading

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Sonnet Of The Sweet Complaint – Federico García Lorca

Never let me lose the marvel  of your statue-like eyes, or the accent  the solitary rose of your breath  places on my cheek at night.  I am afraid of being, on this shore,  a branchless trunk, and what I most … Continue reading

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The Little Mute Boy – Federico García Lorca

The litle boy was looking for his voice.  (The King of the crickets had it.)  In a drop of water  the little boy was looking for his voice.  I do not want it for speaking with;  I will make a … Continue reading

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The Faithless Wife – Federico García Lorca

So I took her to the river  believing she was a maiden,  but she already had a husband.  It was on St. James night  and almost as if I was obliged to.  The lanterns went out  and the crickets lighted … Continue reading

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