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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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Train Ride – Federico García Lorca

After rain, through afterglow, the unfolding fan  of railway landscape sidled onthe pivot  of a larger arc into the green of evening;  I remembered that noon I saw a gradual bud  still white; though dead in its warm bloom;  always … Continue reading

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Poem – Train Ride –  Federico García Lorca

After rain, through afterglow, the unfolding fan  of railway landscape sidled onthe pivot  of a larger arc into the green of evening;  I remembered that noon I saw a gradual bud  still white; though dead in its warm bloom;  always … Continue reading

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