Ode to Salvador Dali (Federico Garcia Lorca Poems)
A rose in the high garden you desire.A wheel in the pure syntax of steel.The mountain stripped bare of Impressionist ...
A rose in the high garden you desire.A wheel in the pure syntax of steel.The mountain stripped bare of Impressionist ...
The night soaks itself along the shore of the river and in Lolita's breasts the branches die of love. The ...
Woodcutter.Cut my shadow from me.Free me from the tormentof being without fruit.Why was I born among mirrors?Day goes round and ...
The men kept to themselves: they were waiting for the swiftness of the last cyclists. The women kept to themselves: ...
The night soaks itself along the shore of the river and in Lolita's breasts the branches die of love. The ...
But like love the archers are blind Upon the green night, the piercing saetas leave traces of warm lily. The ...
In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody. Nobody is asleep. The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl ...
1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the ...
Never let me lose the marvel of your statue-like eyes, or the accent the solitary rose of your breath places ...
Green, how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches. The ship out on the sea and the horse on ...
The moon came into the forge in her bustle of flowering nard. The little boy stares at her, stares. The ...
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