. Beneath the gypsy moon
The color of the hours remain
an unclean struggle
shadows, leaves & birds
cut of fruit
washed of words
by hundreds of stars
nothing may remain but rumor
of the memory






. Dreams of a balcony
of white frost, bitter aloes,
eyes of cold silver
and a horse on the mountain
draped in sheets of fine holland
a trail of blood piercing dawn
suspended above water
knocking at the door
a horse on the mountain






. The horns of a maddened deer
crystals under smoke
essential things in their medium
already gone away wreathed in silence
in a night of four moons
on a track of lips almost white
to one lone tree
to one lone shadow
to one lone bird

07/23/2021

Author's Note:
Sources:
selected poems of Federico Garcia Lorca
c. 1955 New Directions Publishing
isbn: 0-8112-0091-4
Two Sailors on the Beach
Desire of a Statue
Song of the Barren Orange Tree
Somnambule Ballad
In Another Mode
Useless Song The Little Mad Boy He Died at Dawn The Moon Rising

Posted on 07/23/2021
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