Saturday, March 24, 2012

A translation for false summer

Otra poema de "Album Blanca" escrita por Federico Garcia Lorca - for a Saturday's reading in false summer.


Neither Pan
nor Leda –

on your wings
sleeps the full moon.

Neither the forest
nor the reed –

the cold night
ruffles your feathers.

 Neither tan skin
nor kisses –

riverfrost, dreamboat
for the dead.

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