Out there in this world
there lives and rings
Frederico (Spanish
for Vladimir) García Lorca
through Sleepwalking Romance.
There what a ship is to the sea
a horse is to a mountain,
and a shadow dreams
of a woman’s waist,
and the waist of a balcony,
and the balcony of one such waist
and its shade coming to oblige
beauty like a veil, and that’s why
the wind too will turn as fine and green.
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