Federico García Lorca: “Sonnet of Sweet Complaint”
Sonnet of Sweet Complaint I am afraid of witnessing the death of the wonder that lies in your statue-like eyes, or losing the kiss the lonely rose of your breath presses […]
Sonnet of Sweet Complaint I am afraid of witnessing the death of the wonder that lies in your statue-like eyes, or losing the kiss the lonely rose of your breath presses […]
At Midnight At midnight, I went out, a kid far from glad To walk across the fields where stone graves lie To the house that my father, the pastor, had […]
Seashells Every jewel-encrusted shell in the grotto where we first found love has its particular tale to tell: One has the violet of our souls’ desire, pillaged from the blood […]
V. (from “Birds in the Night”) I see you still. I pushed the door ajar. You lay in bed as one grown weary. Light little body that love brought far, […]
Stone They lived in a time when words were poor. Meaning stopped pulsing in the rhythms of defeat. The smoke rose full, enveloping the flame. They feared joy would never astonish them again. They […]
I Will Greet the Sun Again I will greet the sun again and the little river that once ran in me and the clouds that were my ruminations and the […]
Little Boat What do you think, little boat of my body, poor cradle of the years that have come before, that like a swan I now must lead you ashore […]
As One Listens To The Rain Listen to me as one listens to the rain, not attentive, not distracted, light steps, soft drizzle, water that is air, air that is […]
With Your Hand Full of Hours With your hand full of hours, you came to me. I said: “Your hair is not brown.” You placed it lightly on the scales […]