PYF Poem

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The Something Awful Forums > Main > Post Your Favorite: Carefully Curated > PYF Poem

SylvainMustach: Dec 12, 2007; Superior Trash Talk!

Madrugada (or Before the Dawn) by Federico Garc�a Lorca

quote:

But like love
the archers
are blind

Upon the green night,
the piercing saetas
leave traces of warm lily.

The keel of the moon
breaks through purple clouds
and their quivers
fill with dew.

Ay, but like love
the archers
are blind!

Song of the Rider (1860, also by Lorca)

quote:

In the black moon
of the highwaymen,
the spurs sing.

Little black horse.
Where are you taking your dead rider?

�The hard spurs
of the motionless bandit
who lost his reins.
Little cold horse.
What a scent of the flower of a knife!

In the black moon
bled the mountainside
of Sierra Morena.

Little black horse.
Where are you taking your dead rider?

The night spurs
its black flanks
piercing with stars.

Little cold horse.
What a scent of the flower of a knife!

In the black moon,
a shriek! and the long
horn of the bonfire.

Little black horse.
Where are you taking your dead rider?

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