Tuesday, February 14, 2012

A translation for San Valentin


I've conflated, translated, transposed, and stretched this strange vision of Federico Garcia Lorca into English for you, my dearest of readers. Una breve poema por San Valentin:

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In March,
you'll march off to the moon,
shedding your shadow
as you go. The prairies turn
unreal. Look -
it's raining white birds! And I am lost
in your forest, shouting
open sesame.
How childish.
Open sesame.
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