Works and Days
Tuesday, December 10, 2019
After Lorca
The sea has no oranges, Seville no love.
Sunburned girl, give me a parasol to shelter
from your fiery eyes. You said
pececillos
but I heard
peccadillos
—instead of
fish
in an orangeless sea,
foibles
in a loveless city.
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