Wednesday, January 31, 2018

POET IN SPAIN (LORCA) ~











From Here


Tell me friends

I have died



Water always sings

under the trembling woods



Tell me friend

I have died



How the poplars

sway the silken sound —



Tell them my eyes

stayed open



that the immortal

blue handkerchief

covered my face



And ah!



that I went to my star

without bread



————————
Federico Garcia Lorca
translated by Sarah Arvio