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Gacela: Marvellous Love
Among all the gypsum
in the bad lands,
you were a reed of love, wet jasmine.
In the south, in the blaze
of the bad skies,
you were the rumour of snow in my breast.
Skies and fields
linked chains in my hands,
Fields and skies
lashed the wounds of my flesh.
English translation by Paul Archer of Lorca's Gacela del amor maravilloso.
For more poems from this collection, go to El Diván Del Tamarit. |
