Friday, January 06, 2006
'Casida of the Reclining Woman'
To see you naked is to remember the land,
the polished land, cleansed of horses.
The land without a single reed, pure form,
concealing the future: border of silver.
To see you naked is to embrace the longing
of the rain that pursues your fragile form,
or the fever of the sea's immense face
held back from the light of your cheek.
The blood will call out from the alcoves
and advance upon you with shining swords,
but you'll find no secret hiding place
from the heart of the toad or the violet.
Your belly is a struggle of roots
and your lips a half formed sunrise.
Beneath the careless roses of the couch
the corpses groan and wait their turn.
....Federico Garcia Lorca
[Translation 1984 by 'FossilGuy'; Illustration by Picasso]
# posted by Clear Creek Girl : 5:15 PM
