Oranges do not grow in the sea
16 lines
The little boy was looking for his voice. (The King of the crickets had it.)
15 lines
No one understood the perfume of the dark magnolia of your womb.
19 lines
Weeping, I go down the street
9 lines, 1 comment
Si muero Dejad el balcón abierto
11 lines
Each afternoon in Granada, each afternoon, a child dies.
19 lines
I know that my profile will be serene
in the north of an unreflecting sky.
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Dawn in New York has
four columns of mire
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A tree of blood soaks the morning
where the newborn woman groans.
16 lines
En la redonda
encrucijada,
10 lines
Tree, tree
dry and green.
64 lines, 1 comment
Sobre el cielo
de las margaritas ando.
20 lines
In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
57 lines, 5 comments
I want to sleep the sleep of the apples,
I want to get far away from the busyness of the cemeteries.
23 lines, 8 comments
Y que yo me la llevé al río
creyendo que era mozuela,
55 lines, 2 comments
Empieza el llanto
de la guitarra.
58 lines
1. Cogida and death
At five in the afternoon.
261 lines, 3 comments
La guitarra,
hace llorar a los sueños.
11 lines
Voces de muerte sonaron
cerca del Guadalquivir.
52 lines
Noche de cuatro lunas
y un solo árbol,
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1
Alta va la luna.
56 lines
El campo
de olivos
18 lines
Su luna de pergamino
Preciosa tocando viene
58 lines
La luna vino a la fragua
con su polisón de nardos.
40 lines, 3 comments
English Translation
171 lines
Largo espectro de plata conmovida
el viento de la noche suspirando,
14 lines
Never let me lose the marvel
of your statue-like eyes, or the accent
14 lines, 2 comments
So I took her to the river
believing she was a maiden,
55 lines, 3 comments
Playing her parchment moon
Precosia comes
57 lines, 9 comments
A rose in the high garden you desire.
A wheel in the pure syntax of steel.
151 lines
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