Wednesday, January 11, 2006
'Gacela of the Terrible Presence'
I want the water thrown out from its channel.
I want the wind torn up from its valleys.
I want the eyes of night to be as vanquished
as my heart without its yellow-haired flower;
the oxen to cry out beneath the great leaves
where the hidden worm embraces death in the shadow;
and the skull's teeth catches at the light
like a silken torrent of golden coins.
I watch the pain, the night's affliction,
entwined and wrestling with the mid-day.
It endures the sinking death of green venom
as these crumbling arches bear the ruin of time.
But do not show me the purity of your nakedness
like a black cactus standing free in the rushes.
You relinquish me to dark planets of desire,
Yet you will not teach me the coolness of your waist.
....by Federico Garcia Lorca; translated by FossilGuy, 1982
.....photo by FossilGuy, 'Dark Planet' (2004)
# posted by Clear Creek Girl : 11:03 AM
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I did! Bulked it out with additional sections (i.e., one on the Spanish Civil War). Five easy credits.
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