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
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ResponderExcluirSo rich and sensuous Karla and a wonderful poem too.
ResponderExcluirLovely 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.
ResponderExcluirThis is striking and I love the poem.
ResponderExcluirSo rich and vibrant! I love the colors...I imagine Spain to be full of these bold colors.
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