Tuesday, April 21, 2020

Before Dawn by Federico García Lorca

Before Dawn

But like love
the archers
are blind 

The arrows
leave trails of hot
in the green night 

The moon-keel
shreds purple clouds
and the quivers
fill with dew 

Ay—but the archers
are blind
like love

(Translated by Sarah Arvio)

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