The Dialogue Of Two Snails
Federico Garcia LorcaSözler ve Alıntılar
Field
1920
The sky is ash.
The trees are white,
and burnt coal-black
the stubble stripes.
The Sunset's wound
is bleeding dry,
and ridges crease
bleak paper heights.
The roadside dust
in gullies hides.
The springs raise silt;
the coves subside.
In reddish grey
the sheep-shear chimes,
and motherlike, the waterwheel
has rounded off its rosary.
The sky is ash.
The trees are white.
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Gypsy Zorongo
In needlework, my lovelorn hands
are crafting you a cape,
its edges trimmed with gillyblooms,
its cowl of water made.
When you were still a man of mine,
amid the white springtide,
the echo of your horse's hooves
four heaving, silver sighs.
The moon is just a shallow well,
the flowers all for naught.
Your arms alone hold value now
when holding me at night.
Your arms alone hold value now
when holding me at night.
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Trees
1919
Trees!
Were you once feathered darts
that hurtled from the blue?
What fearsome warriors fired you?
Was it the stars?
Your music flows from souls of birds,
from God's own eyes,
from perfect passion.
Trees!
Will your rugged root-tips recognize
my heart amid the earth?
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In the Garden of Lunar Grapefruit
The tense, cold fragrance of daybreak mysteriously batters the vast, sheer cliff of the night.
On the glossy page of the sky, the first letter of a cloud was trembling, and beneath my balcony a nightingale and a frog raise aloft a sleepy criss-cross of sound.
Calm yet melancholic, I make my final preparations, hindered by the subtlest emotions of wings and concentric circles.
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Tamar and Amnon
Around Tamar the gypsies throng:
the gypsy virgins wail,
and others gather up the drops
her martyred flower spills.
In chambers locked and shuttered now
white linens seem to blush
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