But like love
the archers
are blind
Upon the green night,
the piercing saetas
leave traces of warm
lily.
The keel of the moon
breaks through purple clouds
and their quivers
fill with dew.
Ay, but like love
the archers
are blind!
(Federico Garcia Lorca)
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Based on Topics: Night PoemsBased on Keywords: traces, keel, quivers, archers, saetas