Federico García Lorca: New York (Office and Denunciation)
I know there are mountains and eyeglasses
And wisdom. But I didn’t come to see the sky.
I’m here to see the clouded blood,
the blood that sweeps machines over waterfalls
and the soul toward the cobra’s tongue.
July 10, 2021 · 4 Comments
Philip Levine: On The Meeting Of Garcia Lorca And Hart Crane
…let’s not
invent a dialogue of such eloquence
that even the ants in your own
house won’t forget it.
April 30, 2021 · 2 Comments
Pablo Neruda: I’m explaining a few things
Treacherous
generals:
see my dead house,
look at broken Spain
August 7, 2019 · 4 Comments
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