2017-11-28


From Here
--Federico García Lorca (trans. Sarah Arvio) 
Tell my friends
I have died 
Water always sings
under the trembling woods 
Tell my friends
I have died 
How the poplars
sway the silken sound— 
Tell them my eyes
stayed open 
that the immortal
blue handkerchief
covered my face 
And ah! 
that I went to my star
without bread

[via poetry daily; Spanish original]


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