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Lorca's "Before the Dawn"

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 GarcĂ­a Lorca



1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Upon the green night.... traces of warm lily, how beautifully perfect