Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | July 10, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: The Guitar

by Federico Garcia Lorca (1898 – 1936).

The Guitar

The weeping of the guitar
begins.
The goblets of dawn
are smashed.
The weeping of the guitar                  5
begins.
Useless
to silence it.
Impossible
to silence it.                                    10
It weeps monotonously
as water weeps
as the wind weeps
over snowfields.
Impossible                                      15
to silence it.
It weeps for distant
things.
Hot southern sands
yearning for white camellias.             20
Weeps arrow without target
evening without morning
and the first dead bird
on the branch.
Oh, guitar!                                        25
Heart mortally wounded
by five swords.

Notes:
http://www.imagi-nation.com/moonstruck/clsc67.html
http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/fglorca.htm

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