“Art is literacy of the heart” Elliot Eisner / “Arte não é pureza; é purificação, não é liberdade; é libertação.” Clarice Lispector

segunda-feira, 19 de agosto de 2013

Where beauty whispers

Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint 
by Federico Garcia Lorca
Never let me lose the marvel
of your statue-like eyes, or the accent
the solitary rose of your breath
places on my cheek at night.

I am afraid of being, on this shore,
a branchless trunk, and what I most regret
is having no flower, pulp, or clay
for the worm of my despair.

If you are my hidden treasure,
if you are my cross, my dampened pain,
if I am a dog, and you alone my master,

never let me lose what I have gained,
and adorn the branches of your river
with leaves of my estranged Autumn. 

For Inspiration Avenue - Postcards

Credits to Elle de Mai

Poetic Postcards
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5 comentários:

  1. Thank you for sharing your poetic postcard with us this week.

  2. So rich and sensuous Karla and a wonderful poem too.

  3. Lovely postcard. It really brings the feeling of Spain to life. I've never seen that poem of Lorca's but it's complex and I'll be calling in again a couple of times to study it. Thank you for introducing me to it.

  4. This is striking and I love the poem.

  5. So rich and vibrant! I love the colors...I imagine Spain to be full of these bold colors.


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