Sonnet by Federico Garcia Lorca

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I know that my profile will be serene
in the north of an unreflecting sky.
Mercury of vigil, chaste mirror
to break the pulse of my style.

For if ivy and the cool of linen
are the norm of the body I leave behind,
my profile in the sand will be the old
unblushing silence of a crocodile.

And though my tongue of frozen doves
will never taste of flame,
only of empty broom,

I’ll be a free sign of oppressed norms
on the neck of the stiff branch
and in an ache of dahlias without end.

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Largo espectro de plata conmovida
el viento de la noche suspirando,
abrio con mano gris mi vieja herida
y se alejo: yo estaba deseando.

Llaga de amor que me dara la vida
perpetua sangre y pura luz brotando.
Grieta en que Filomela enmudecida
tendra bosque, dolor y nido blando.

?Ay que dulce rumor en mi cabeza!
Me tendere junto a la flor sencilla
donde flota sin alma tu belleza.

Y el agua errante se pondra amarilla,
mientras corre mi sangre en la maleza
mojada y olorosa de la orilla.

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